Poem he named ‘Magic’
Vanished the day next.
He knew not of them stanzas
Etched to his writing pad
Invisible forever; Magic.

Take all the space you need?
Take all the time you need?
Only to rupture space-time?
And popup by my side someday.

Let's row into mangroves?
Run by sandy shores
?Let sea wash away?
The salt in our sweat.

For each, there's someone somewhere,?
Their crossing is rare.
?You feel our bond is unique?
?For once, fate has just been fair.

Once upon a time
‘Expose’ was to absorb moments.
Word and deed
Are now adulterated.

With no wand, no spell,?
No potion, no incantation,?
We shall charm smiles
?On each other's lips.

I'm stopped every time I go the way
?Train must have babbled?
About its love towards me,
To the guy at the crossing.

Alike Saturn?
Heaven too got rings
?Watch the hula hoop?
Circle her hip.

Son screamed
‘When will you grow up, Dad!’
Father nodded in remorse and cerebrated -
‘My heart remains young, Hallelujah!’

His fingers caressed her lips
His fingers ran through her hair
His fingers showed her the heavens
Then one day she tamed down that thing
Fastening around it a ring.

With feeble little feet
?You make those wobbly little turns?
Do you realize you spin?
Each time earth to another direction.

We broke.
She ascended, I descended.
She found her way back to God
I found my way back into The Soup.

A flower,
She whispers to wind
?Sings to the sun, dances to the drizzling rain.?
A flower she breathes
?Nowhere but her sprout.

Must have been small, puny?
Let it grow large, plenty.
?Wish if it were in my treasury.?
Alas! These are in my kidney.

‘Smile is infectious’?
Said the first slide.
?By the twenty-fourth, realized
Yawn is infectious too.

What came in?
Isn't leaving, me ma!?
Darkness crawling from sides
?Me blind. **** you glaucoma!

‘Had an apple, ended up here?
Is this hell??
Can I now have more apples?’
?Asked Adam.

My heart beats?
Tremendously whirs
Gaining momentum?
To catapult itself to you.

Through barking dogs
?Hooting owls, hissing snakes
?And twilight ghosts,?
The night gets to the day.

No sight
?No speech?
Yet skins converse?
Much after our phone calls.

Poem I thought
May not be the poem you see
But poem you read
Is certainly the poem I wrote.

‘Looks matter?’ she probed.
I held my silence.
As it is, it was difficult
To remain nonchalant
At the sight of her beauty.

Across moving windows?
Paint our own moments.
?Windows move backwards?
And moments forward, to await us.

Gliding over my pen's nib
Seeping into paper's womb
Ink births me another poem
Through your eyes.

This story is your home?
Yourself and yours, all within.?
There is nowhere out to roam
?To take away is nothing.

It takes great reflex
To clench the soul
Gushing towards you
Every second our eye cross.

Loving you;
the most selfish
And the most selfless deed I ever did.?
Love is indeed an enigma.

She sleeps without a sound?
She wakes without a word?
She thinks she can lay low?
In my dreams too.

Walked by shade
?So I see no sun.?
Brightness reminds of you
?So much!