Monday, September 23, 2019

Bits and pieces

Poetic chaos we're,
Intoxicated from the somras 
Of love from a cup
Common to us
And us, alone.


I always question time
When am waiting for you.
I ask time 
Why can't we go back to the time we first met?
And relive, once again?


Our souls have no boundaries 
Unlike our bodies.
But, they too emulate the soul 
When they try to become one 
In sacred communion with each other.


What's rain you ask?
It's the sky crying out for you and me 
When it sees us under separate clouds!


My life was like a meter gauge with foliage running over it 
Till you came chugging along, 
Whistling away my worries, 
Trundling along my wounds, 
On-boarding all my dreams 
And dropping them off 
To their ideal destination.


My poems can sometimes be prayers,
Trying their best to let you know
That nothing you wear 
Is better than your smile.