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Oct 2018 · 270
Moth love
Rajinder Oct 2018
Lovebeams of the night long gone
shedding dew-laden wings at dawn, I depart
leaving a kiss for you woven in the screen
Sep 2018 · 185
Untitled
Rajinder Sep 2018
a heart tumbled
a dream fell
a life drifted
Sep 2018 · 5.0k
Memories are trespassers
Rajinder Sep 2018
Violating a placid spirit
Memories transgress  
desecrating the sacred.

Memories are
the dark side
of a full moon.

Memories are unsatiated desires
couched on sorrow  
entangled in time
a perennial wrinkle on the soul.

Memories are trespassers
possessing neural atrium
wading saline sockets
slithering in to throbbing veins
tiptoeing to hollow spaces
burying all under their eerie weight,
Memories are an inescapable affliction.

In fragmented mindscape
Memories are violent winds
littering the past.

Lurking behind aches  
in ethereal garbs,
Memories are assassins.
Or sema
of a swirling dervish.

Hurtling within, Memories
is an avalanche
pounding the abyss
choking the void
one gasp at a time.

Memories are
nameless apparitions
fused as shadows
to the very being.

Memories are an assault
on identity and belonging.
Sep 2018 · 847
Void
Rajinder Sep 2018
Autumn escapes
leaving a void, a disquiet
a haunting pit,
a yearning to renew aches
Sep 2018 · 1.1k
You live among the graves
Rajinder Sep 2018
You, the ashen alyssum
homing in on dark bushes
breeding maggots
feeding on flesh.  

You the fetid parasite  
carrion, the rotten stink
a toxin laced tongue
devouring pith.

You, the stench of
malignant blossoms
a venomous creeper, you
had to attract snakes.

You live among the graves
the poison pollinator,
a corpse floret
of foul odour.

You the venin
cloaked in smirk
a shrew, spiked with malice
must be crushed,
must die.
Sep 2018 · 279
Untitled
Rajinder Sep 2018
Breeze whispers despair
a tree exhaled
the leaf changed colour
Jun 2018 · 358
invisible night
Rajinder Jun 2018
The night slept alone
dreams had cloaked the day
May 2018 · 323
Lost words
Rajinder May 2018
Lost words find their way to the well
you can hear them
as they jump, and drown

an echo rebounds
crawling up the serrated wall
severing the union
of vowels and consonants

algae mates
dismembered hieroglyphs
an obscure syllable is born
Apr 2018 · 560
On a foggy morning
Rajinder Apr 2018
On a foggy morning

Leaves swoon
as fog hugs the tree
kissing its pores
with open wet lips.

the breeze hisses
in jealousy.

the sun
looks away.

the sparrow
laments
her lost love.
17 Dec 2013
Apr 2018 · 1.3k
Necropsy
Rajinder Apr 2018
Her tender skin sprouts
green shoots
a wreath,
at the foot of tree
she was buried.

On the trunk
her face appeared, a
morphed stump.

The bark, her coffin
split, where demons clawed.

A number, worms out
indelible scars, 452.

Frozen chambers of mortuary
await the next,
a child, a girl, a dalit, a musalman.
A cattle herder.
Or, the silent you, you and you.
To the 8 year old Kathua girl, durgged, ***** and murdered.
Apr 2018 · 239
I am a collector - ii
Rajinder Apr 2018
I am a collector.

Really?
What now?

People, Places, Things?

Hmmm... Yes and No.
Of Desires. Dreams. Memories.

Desires,
For unsatiated sense of longing.
So People.

Dreams,
Floating images, emotions, fantasies.
So Places.

Memories.
That's all which is left.
So, Things.
Apr 2018 · 230
I am a collector - i
Rajinder Apr 2018
I am a collector.

Really?
Of what?
Art, Pearls, Antiques?

Hmmm... Yes and No.
Of Sunshine. Spring. Smiles.

And how?

Sunshine,
For it paints a glorious rainbow.
So Art.

Spring,
That precious dew drop on greens.
So Pearls.

Smiles,
They are hard to come by.
So Antiques.
Apr 2018 · 268
Paradise mourns
Rajinder Apr 2018
The House is in order.
Under the dome
Green carpets
soaked in blood
echo barbaric silence.

Complicit walk hand in hand
goons are masters
governance a slave
for they rule the living and the dead.

The deity, an accomplice,
rides waves of black coats
and saffron fallen leaves.

Paradise mourns humanity,
wailing, asking...
Would they want to
upturn the corpse and
see the face of their daughter?


12 April 2018
on the abduction, **** by multiple people and ****** of an 8 year old girl inside devastahan (a temple) in Kathua, J&K
paradise mourning
Rajinder Apr 2018
The stars don’t speak to me more.

On dark nights,
their silence shrinks,
as they come near.

Black hole steal the whisper,
splintered light escapes
and blinks.

A note floats for long
awaiting the other.... and dies.

Silence spreads in ripples, and skies mourn
Stars don’t speak to me no more.
Apr 2018 · 475
Queen Meek-teka-see
Rajinder Apr 2018
Dark designs
dancing skulls
cover her apron,
a talisman
warding evil eyes.

Queen Meek-teka-see
rules over bones, on
Day of the Dead.

During day
swallowing stars,
at night gulping
nectar of rising sun
she spews spirits
possessed by her.

Calaveras eteched
over tombstones,
frozen candle flames,
capture souls
under black moon.

The living crawl
to her altar
offering
another skull
to the dark blue apron.
Apr 2018 · 279
Yellow sickle
Rajinder Apr 2018
You hang there, a
yellow sickle
and float white
around me.
Moon, you fog me
in winters, and
Dazzle in summer.
In between you hide....
Black
Apr 2018 · 272
On a foggy morning
Rajinder Apr 2018
Leaves swoon
as fog hugs the tree
kissing its pores
with open wet lips
the breeze hisses in jealousy
the sun
looks away,
the sparrow
laments
her lost love.

On a foggy morning.
Apr 2018 · 444
Two kisses
Rajinder Apr 2018
From the kohl filled sensuous eyes
passion, drooled over your luscious lips
exploding quivering desires.
And your tongue devoured

the nectar permeating
each pore of my body
sending ripples of primordial echo
through our entwined
pulsating fiery shells.

I keep licking my lips
rekindling your taste.
The amrut lingers.

Those two kisses sealed my life
from 'yours' to
'yours only'.
Apr 2018 · 191
Lonely no more
Rajinder Apr 2018
Lonely no more.

I cultivate crescent moons
adding slivers of memory
to crave, a glowing halo.

Misty eyes are blinded
defying the haze.
Frozen droplets
fill the crease of years.
The mirror reflects
the other side of moon
dark, cold, unknown.
You will see me there
when the earth turns
if... only if... you are
on the other side of the moon.

— The End —