Your first love

your first love’s

tattooed on your heart

and it burns, still burns

like it was just yesterday

they decided to be fire

instead of water.


Painting Survival

While you’re painting survival

with your blood and tears,

do not forget that this war you fight

began with your permission

and will end only when you decide

that you have seen enough

of your own blood being collected.


#WorldPoetryDay: A MAN AT SEA

Have you not been gone so long

that your footprints died

with the waves that hit shore

I wonder if you’ve caught any winds yet;

the squalls you so blindly sailed after

I wonder if life, at large,

has taught you anything

other than self and narcissism

Someday you will remember

who you left behind

Someday when you find that

you’ve been sailing alone

and the pearls you’ve collected

are not enough to kill your loneliness

Maybe then,

you will look for home

and set your sails back to her

hoping she still waits

But before then

continue believing that home

has shackles that tie you down

Continue dreaming of the vast sea

Continue exploring the depths of her waters

Continue collecting trophies of the deep

without anyone with whom to share

Image Courtesy: movingonupaway.com

Image Courtesy: movingonupaway.com


A morning without dreams

Look at the fireflies

They steal the night

like an august memory

not wanting to die

And you,

draw me

into a morning

without dreams?

Image Courtesy: befreeandsurf.tumblr.com

Image Courtesy: befreeandsurf.tumblr.com


A circus of all sorts

I write about you

Did I ever tell you

I write about

the things you never say

but, I wish you did

I write about you

because there are questions

I need to find answers to

Many sentences

left unpunctuated

The gaps in your words

The longness of your breath

I write about

our once happy moments

From the times

that were good

Those times

your laughter had life

and your words had soul

I write about

when we could talk freely

without hurting each other

Without the screams

Without the unkind words

I write about us

before we

rapidly spiraled

into this circus of all sorts


The lonely

It is cold outside

but inside

is even colder

the air is lonely

and the winds quieter

The earth doesn’t sing

and the shadows

stopped moving



What doesn’t belong

There is the sea

and there is the land

Both know too well

their boundaries

But once in time’s while

They love each other

and then they part again

Never forgetting

but remembering

where they must not

go on…