Sunday, August 31, 2008

Pearls (‘o wisdom)


From your palms (rough)

From your lips (strangely white)

Your skin smell of melons (bodyshop)

Your hair smooth and curling (dove)

Pearls (aforementioned)

You drop carelessly (as careless s you are with money

I pretend not to notice (cos you love more those who loved you less)

I have a wooden box (mahogany)

Filled with your mouth, your brain, your heart and soul (as for your body.....)

Along with your pearls.

My wooden box is heavy and aches with the posthumous love ( you know I am just kidding myself)

Your pearls (of love, caresses and unconditional affection)

Pink and grey (like the salt water ones you loved)

Rest within my melancholic box. 

Saturday, August 30, 2008

My Morrison

Friday, August 29, 2008


let me

lie on that piece of your skin tonight,
the rest of the world seem so bright.
dark skin, dark hair.
let me lie with you tonight.

will you refuse,
if i let my mouth linger
on your breasts.
will you pull at my hair,
will you urge me on,
or will you push me away?

will you cringe?
if my ungainly broken heart
calls your name out.
will you reply.
will you shut the door.
will you.....will you..
lie with me tonight?

let me seek refuge tonight.
in your hard soft mouth,
lover be mine
once tonight
and morning we can breathe again.

let me seek refuge in your
cold warm island tonight.
shelter be mine.
once tonight.
and morning we can be friends again

To You, Love!

I am after all like you are

But just weaker.

You would have put it in perspective

And moved on better, healthier.


I just sit and read the

‘rebound’ poem I wrote for you

And wish you had then

Not said no.

Edweena on Roshni

I wander lonely on streets of slate. Cold, like everything that surrounds me! 

Happy I am not, yet unhappiness it can’t be called.

I struggle and fight yet conquer none! 

I walk aimlessly because I fear being walled.

I cry without reason, and for valid reasons my tears have gone.

I hope for things that can’t be got.

I fear being weak when un-strong I am not.

I live, laugh and continue to love,

But how, why and who I know not!

I need strength I need weakness.

I need a prick; I need a slap, I need a cut I need a slash. 

I need something to make this frozen piece of flesh react!



every night 
just beyond twilight,
i change shape
and soul
with my other 
and inspite of a promising day,
go to dream
holding noone's hand
noone's heart.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

From Roshni to me. (7 days before she died)

Talking In Bed

Talking in bed ought to be easiest,
Lying together there goes back so far,
An emblem of two people being honest.
Yet more and more time passes silently.
Outside, the wind's incomplete unrest
Builds and disperses clouds in the sky,
And dark towns heap up on the horizon.
None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why
At this unique distance from isolation
It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind. 

Philip Larkin