Peculiarly windswept,
neat tombs stand arrayed,
and shun us away
Yet, deeply
in the lines of her eyes,
they mystify
they deepen the lust
for the dark
And yet,
so much remains
unsaid, undreamt of
Replete with exhaustion,
the days carve on,
like stitches through our destinies:-
And we remain
suspended, transfixed
in the streams flooding
us.
2.SEEKING
Cast between apprehensions,
I am often left
like a quotation,
hanging from nowhere, really—
Ostentatious thought muffles me,
in paradigms de rigueur,
and clutches tight at my waistband,
precariously:
Topsy turvy, elsewhere naught,
bind me between your elbows
and leave me whimpering,
Shall I find an answer then?
or askance, yet
the drooping bows
of moonlight
Shall choose to slither away
Unknown?
3.A BLESSING
I held aloft an evening whisper
And heard it fade into your chest
Now I wait
for it to recover,
to rebound
into my hollowed palms
like a blessing from your
turning tongue.
Per day, every night
and every accosted faith:
Is like pearl laden eyelashes
as though crusted with tears,
as though centered on the notion of the self—
and frosted—the windowpanes, the
glass on the door, and
the lips
Caked with sweat
of unbroken thoughts--
