The other half is in love with you

a half peg rum
a half lit cigarette

a half spent poet
and his half burnt poem

in his half size apartment

where Clapton's licks are
half replacing the silence

this is what I am doing now


until you come 

and comes alive
the half asleep door bell

with your feather touch
I long for 

half awake

Stranger in the Night

O, Stranger in the night!

O, Traveler on the gloomy road!

O, Obstinate against any entreaty!

Wait and listen to mine.

I stop thee,

Neither to hamper thine stride,

Nor to rob of thine dreams,

So, wait and listen to mine.

I stop thee,

Not to accompany,

But to share a thought,

So, wait and listen to mine.

Have a sojourn

In these dark woods

And embrace the black beauty

called - Night.

Fear not,

O, Friend of mine!

Have a look around,

When the moon shines.

Trees tall,

With branches of leaves,

Casting spells

On the ground beneath.

O, listen

To that Nightingale,

Singing out loud,

Breaking all barriers of silence.

Can’t you feel

The melancholy around?

Can’t you see

This beauty so profound?

Can’t you rejoice

This moment of solitude?

Can’t you be a witness

To this glorious show?

Can't you tell

The night who your are?

Can't you engrave thy name

On the bark?

Can’t you open 

Your Mind and Heart?

Can’t you let

Your sorrows be lost in the dark?

Oh, where from

Has such gushing wind has come?

Bringing along with it

Such beautiful rain!

Look!

O, unknown friend of mine,

You are about to witness

Yet another beauty of this night.

The wind is blowing faster,

Carrying away dead leaves.
And the thousand branches,
Are nodding to the presence of the rain.

Bother not to cover thyself,
From this rain.
Just embrace with open arms,
And let it caress away your pains.

The wind has passed,
And so has the rain,
Leaving behind for us
The silence again.

Are you getting
The scent of the wet earth below?
Are you listening to the croaking toads
Coming from a distant lake?

Yes, you are!
Yes, you are!
'Coz you have seen
The full bounty of the dark.

You have seen
The romance of night and nature,
In these darkest parts
Of the countryside.

O, Friend,
O, Companion of the night!
Thus I wished
To stop you.

O, Traveller!
O, Voyager!
From and to the unknown,
I will not enquire upon your abode.

O, Brave man!
O, Confidante of mine!
I enquire just about
Thy return.

O, Lad in duty!
O, Man of words!
March forward towards the rising sun,
But forget not this tryst with nature and dark.

Out to fetch

Edge. Square. 

Square. Edge. 

Boxes in which 

they like to play; 

Warm - those lights, 

Bright - all corners; 

the Box they love, 

the Box they pray. 

Edge. Square.

Square. Edge.

All around and everywhere; 

"Wish I knew the rope-trick, dear!" 

Calling Bells hanging 

like Work of Art; 

open doors 

and signs apart - 

Edge. Square.

Square. Edge.

They are bouncing boards 

and bed of Love. 

Just talk the Walk, 

then jog the Walk, 

may fail the Walk! 

"Down! Down!" - 

they are out to fetch. 

Edge. Square.

Square. Edge.

Out there. 

They are out to fetch.

Juvenile Delinquents

Juvenile Delinquents
are out
on the road

with 
speech, swords
penal codes...et al.

hijacking democracy
from one and all

Run for your life!
Run with your kind!

Juvenile Delinquents
are destined 
to outshine

Valentine Verse

Your 
penguin swagger - 
left and right. 
"There you go!
I told you, right?"

Dressed 
to kill - 
Black or White
and so do
your 
evading eyes,

where 
eyeliners shine 
like
a genius scheme.
Dream.

Them, talkatives

Chatter, Chatter, Giggles, Giggles

what do they talk about?

with animated hands

hushed tones,

pregnant pauses

fast breathing

restless eyes

and nodding heads

I wanna talk too.

Instead 

end up staring 

at lights,

hanging from the ceiling,

silent, framed and bright

I try to hear 
the gentle humming of

bulbs,

but I can’t.

I can't concentrate.

Chatter, Chatter, Giggles, Giggles

Myth

When Days deride
And Nights deceive,
Life may have given up on you

But light at the end of tunnel remains a myth.

With thoughts choked
And senses numbed,
Your soul may have parted ways.

But divinity remains a myth.

Acid pukes
And black grass,
May keep us afloat.

The escape remains a myth.