I walked towards the sun
and realized,
I am the sun.

The day started with a night,
and the moon
at sun's grasp.

The night ran with the sun,
and I waited,
and was lost.

Waiting for the waves of the sea,
White horses, you are.
Wet the insides of the jar, gently. Suddenly I found myself
Walled by a glass, (from within
Wolf it down), I mean, the anticipation, I mean, I’m anticipating..
Walk. Walk. Let us walk. Walk me home
When you’re ready…

Every morning when I wake up
Two sieves catch my eyes
With their blinking tiny eyes.

The metal one bears
Seven stars on its bottom
Where seven dreams are sitting.

The other one is made of fine-meshed plastic  
Bearing a lone hexagonal star
Where I lump my questions

Of whys:
why we dream
and why we aspire.

While I wait for the first raindrop
Of the day, you are there in the silence
Of the aquarium, placid, not moving, waiting to be seen.

While I wait for the elevator to open,
You caught my attention
By the colors of your body, neon
Blue crisscrossing the yellow
Tang of orange sprinkled on the dorsal fin, with linings of black
To a puzzle, a maze, a labyrinth

Reminding me of a cartoon movie I saw yesterday
While my nephew is being bathed
By my brother and his wife.

The blue tang finds her own parents
The gist was beyond that,  I think:
It’s about finding one’s self amidst oblivion
When our dear memory forgets
Its own memory.

written for a friend*

What’s in a name?
Is it the sweetness
under my tongue’s
cave? Or the name-
less thrill I feel
every time I roll
your name inside
my pocket and
you not knowing it?