To touch your lips
to smell your skin
to hold you close
to feel you within–
tell me, wretched desire
how do you manifestly
manipulate the mind so?

Your unsolicited arrival
heralds feelings
that were hitherto unwanted
the more apparent you are
the more irrational
my thoughts become

what didn’t exist
becomes imperative
what exists, redundant

what I already have
is unsightly
for I have now gotten
a glimpse of you -
a shiny, alluring,
inviting you

in your pursuit I’m unmindful of the pain that awaits, utterly neglectful of my own self for when I own you you evaporate…

Watching inmates in this mad house play gives me hope tearing robes, scraping skin, glassy eyes waiting for Godot fools paradise this mad house gives me hope; hidden memories now on display for all to see clapping hard, delirium ensues a box filled with someone’s tribulations spills pin-drop silence the matted hair woman erupts in a shimmy man with distant look whimpers the urge to join in becomes insuppressible I mumble on repeat it is, it is, my new address it is among lunatics and the unhinged my home, my safe place for normal life is a travesty not for…

She reached predictably, at sharp 5.13pm for the 5.43pm train to Greenhithe, on platform A, at London Waterloo East. A tad early for those used to taking the train routinely. For a 5.43 pm, one may well reach at 5.41pm. One could attribute that sort of regulated behavior to her guarded personality. However, lately, it wasn’t her cautious self that made her arrive on time, it was something else- more exactly, someone. ~ He was in a particularly jaunty mood that Friday. The day of the week had as much to do with his spryness as did the fact that…

I think I woke up to muffled voices of screeches and sighs
noises straining to enter through the silken threads of a torn pillow over my head in a run down mansion, in a land of mammoth sinks and rabbit holes
I had to make a decision today

Faced with an either or / do or die situation
I had to choose if atoning my misdeeds was better than getting sucked
into a hole
all around people were washing their sins in those giant sinks while others were choosing to slide into labyrinthine rabbit holes
like quicksand

An unmistakable stink…

Wait is likely
the most deceitful of all words :
it has an air about itself
that people capitulate to
especially, lovers.

Once in its grip
it turns them into
twitchy, agitated beings,
though also at times, sanguine.

The pessimist's despair
sooner than later;
but the ones who choose to endure
it’s treachery
are said to be rewarded.

Rewarded?
With what?
I had once dared ask;
Why with love of course!
I was informed
and advised to ensue.

Therefore, wait I did-
days became months
months, years.
Life had become
a tragi-comedy of sorts
waiting had now become a game

…