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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘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.

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

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

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