The Light of Consciousness
is more than light, is more
than darkness...though it
allows for both.
The Light of Consciousness
is less than light, is less
than darkness...though it
allows for both.
Having allowed for both, it is
subject to neither.

on the
    road

            again,
        again.

   i've never
          really
felt
     like i was
wanted
   or appreciated
               anywhere.

        [play small violin]

...

        tho

             does
         anyone

ever?

       please,
               if you
        have room
in your attic,
                   stash me there,
    next to the
             old shoebox of
            polaroids

           that
  you
      never look at
     anymore.

You still bear the guilt
but expect me to be past
the ache of your loss

.

*If I were a poem
I’d ask you to fold me up
and put me in your pocket,
then at the end of the week,
toss me in the wash
with the rest of the clothes

And when you find me later,
smudged and smeared,
ripped and tattered into
little unrecognizable pieces,
don’t worry about it,
I was already like that

Bitten by love bug,
My heart swells with edema
My love, like a gnawing anxiety,
Burdens me
Like a knotty noose,
Stifles me
Like a watch dog,
Follows me


Like an inalienable shadow,
Always with me!
When I turn around,
It is right behind!
It lingers in me
Like a lovely metaphor
Like the intoxicating smell  
Of  the first summer rain

In my world there are only two of us;
You and I
Where ever I go,
The world wears your face.
A face I have never seen!

      I don’t know where you are
In which alien shore you dwell

Yet I write this message,
In secret code
Pouring out my longings,
      My unuttered love,
My invisible desires,
Into this scroll of paper
In cursive, indelible ink
I seal it in a bottle
With no address on
And let it drift over the currents

It is meant for the one
Who finds it
And thinks it is for him

If you feel, it is not for you,
Please don’t throw it as garbage;
Kindly put it back,
And let my love vessel float,
Over eddies and currents
Because my soul is encased within!

Just know this much;
It is from a lovely lass!