tell you what.

you say
poetry is on
depression
you say
poetry is about
just the lost
days nights
stillness
and longings

and i tell you,
no, see...

last night we were
home talking
that meant
nothing much
on that social networking
and that virtual activism
on those people
we don't give a damn about
laughed on someone..
we laughed everyday

went high
higher
on music love
and all that dope
till the time
we never remembered
what time it is,
went silent
fingertips and toes
dancing
lying dead or
forming shapes
and shadows

it is exactly this
i remember,
i lean forward
to kiss you
and i see
your eyes closed
in waiting
i wait with you
to see how beautiful
it is to wait
a moment pass
and i remember
i was here to kiss
it took me a slow
and soft one
and then
i knew
there could be
some other
poetry
there could be
one
just like this.

fall

i flip out
of a window
of a stranger's party
there were men and women
me and you
in our exaggerated selves
i was weary, weary
through my sense of time
there was music
there was dance
i did want an escape

so this is how it happened,
into an open window.

it was a fall too slow
i sensed
the earth revolving
beneath

spears and things pointed upward sharp and blunt, torn and
rusted waiting exactly where i was falling to, every moment
a little faster-i close my eyes just when they start piercing
my flesh, i just saw my broken umbrella limbs

no.

it
dint
happen,
yet.
i haven't reached anywhere.

in a side-ward glimpse
trees, green and overgrown
surround me
the sound of water
flowing through pebbled path
to a river, a sea,
i float on

just the next blink
i reach there where
i whirl to the winds of a hot summer
over exposed afternoon to the plain desert
one or two withered trees in a wide horizon

i fall and again
and again i fall
i fall now
and through
where i've been to
and never,
through
the songs and stories
i've heard and missed,
through
my own incognizant
voices
i fall
never to reach
nowhere.

sense and conversation

i thought
they were
talking to each other

over a coffee table
they were
not facing each other
they might be in love
they might want to speak facing
but they couldn't

sometimes
the conversation
made sense
sometimes
it dint

and then
i saw they
never knew each other
they were
talking on their own
mobile phones
one looking at a spot
on the wall
other watching
people crossing the road

and i also knew
if i heard
that conversation
to someone they knew
sometimes
it made sense
sometimes
it dint.

seek or hide?

many words uttered
you spoke no i
spoke too that means it
was we, days nights minutes
seconds and a few
of them each sent
us back to our rooms
with no windows there
silence plays music

shed all that skin
shed the fucking curves
on your forehead
lets play some game
why not hide and seek?

it was all hide hide
and escape
the door cracks a little
while it opens
and on the blinding first beam
we
see
that
we were.