We are out of eternal bliss
Let me kiss the mauve like lips
Let me kiss the cheeks like new born petals
We are out of eternal bliss

Let me lie between your two malleable hills
Oh my love! My love is out of eternal bliss
Your body- where the pearls are dancers
The pigeon’s hairs are your hairs
Let me go to meet my maker! Let me breathe my last breath! We are out of eternal bliss

I want to feel the feelings, you feel for me,
The rhythms of my lines are calling thee
Sing the heart-beat song that transports me
The rhythms of my lines are calling thee

Open your closed eyes, afraid not- the eyes of the heart are fliers
Our fortune is unfortunate we are out of eternal bliss!

Soon  I will be done with the ledger of my adolescence
The sun is still in his puberty, though older than me
The moon is still in her perfection, a blessed queen
I have bejeweled you with the sweat of my love
And have garlanded your beauty with rubies and pearls….
Today you are the ocean of love,
And I the sunny heat of summer.
You came that day, Expecting for your arrival
Sun poured shower of anguish on my amethyst Panjabi
Out of the blue You appeared like an expected spring
In her colorful curcuma domestica costumes.
Your locks  under the veil of spring’s yellow umbrella
Still counting the days, the nights, the ongoing time,
Sometimes my heart in quest of a Time –machine….
We took  the weight off our feet under a Blessed tree
I touched your hand joining my two palms
The cold current of  spring was soaring  there
My ill-fated heart could not Kiss your "Petals of Blood"
I drowned, I drowned in my own made ocean……..

I noticed him
as I entered the room
I noticed how his eyes
like those of a botanist
investigated my flower
how the purple and black had spread
and raised the skin
as if my blood were tactonic plates
threatening with eruption
I noticed his smile
and I knew
how this man truly knew
these flowers
where they grew
how to obtain them
and make them bloom
I wanted my flower to bloom

On my way here
I met a worm
and I lifted it up

out here
the trees are buried
in time's salty dunes
and on their graves
overlooking the Western Sea
are flowering heather
as tall
as the once mighty
towering oak
now dwarved

and the worm now slithers
right below their leaves

Oh Dipali, Oh Dipali
So pretty, so lovely.
Short hair, the smiley face
So pleasant, your grace.

But why do I wonder,
It's not real?
The masks you wear,
Covering up your anguish and fear.

Look at you, all changed .
Feet to forehead, everything arranged.
Just as an experiment, take my advice,
Need not be beautiful, need not be nice.
Be the one you really are- Just For Today!

Thick glass-frames, oh poor eyesight ?
Or maybe the darkness of  the lonely nights
without the two twinkling stars,
Your eyes reflect the deep scars.
Remove your glasses
Be the one you really are- Just For Today!

Take out your golden wrist watch,
Take out your blue and white friendship bands.
Free up your wrists, Free up your hands.
Burdens of emotions and time,
The marks will show up as their remains.
But Be the one you really are- Just For Today!

Heavily packed your wardrobe, so colourful.
Tops and denims and matching shoes, so cheerful.
Fingers will run through them, but give them a holiday.
How about just a plain salwaar-kameez for today?

Search for your simplest sandals, no high heels.
Be simple,
Today no visual appeals.
No make-up, no fancy handbags.
Be the one you really are- Just For Today!

A beauty rising out of clouds,
For today will just dissolve into the crowds.
Soon you'll realize its value,
An existence so natural, so true.
But for today, just be the one you really are.
And you'll still stand out in millions, my dear,
With your pretty face, and the short hair.

October maples
Disrobe and strut **** bodies -
Come March, maples blush.

You
With the unthinkable past
Of carnal assault
And emotional onslaught,

You
With the walking dead dad
In the abandoned great house
Of unfilled pool of dreams,

You
Who always gets oppressed
Lashed, slashed
With harsher words from tongues of swords,

You
With the strained smile
But with the striking laugh
Behind caged, teeth,

You
With the broken geometry fantasy
Full of unstable biological chemistry
Ready to burst,

You
With the muffin top
Sausage arms and beefy legs
With the bacon skin,

You with the holed shoes
Holed pockets
Holed soul...and heart,

You
Who is reading this now
Who is my greatest opportunity
(not my best mistake because honey, you ain't mistake)
Who is the love of my life, center of my being


Who is my all,

**i love you

Is on Her way.

Over hot runs
She lifts off the back of a River
and kisses at salt-water-skin
She pours down Summer showers
Tapped on the shoulder by the breeze of Fall
like orange Leaves
lifting
and settling back down to their Earth
their Dirt
their ground
She slips through October doors
announcing Her soft presence with Wind
and reaffirming Her position through Thunder.