I sigh, my soul bubbling up from between
Rose petal lips,
Silent arpeggios of emotion falling from
Eyes, mouth, ears
Shimmering like heat waves on an empty road
I am in a mood for words
Deep words, warm and silty as a
River bed in summer
Quiet thoughts sinking like stones
Through endless evenings, barely rippling
The still, glowing sunsets
Soft words, like my grandmother's creased hands holding out
Smooth bits of sea glass for her granddaughter to smile at,
Clapping her grubby fingers
Dreamy whispers glide across silver lakes,
Reflections of dark velvet and diamonds
Stretched over the bones of the universe
I am in a mood for words
Heavy words and light words
Separating heaven and hell, I float betwixt
Drifting aimlessly in front of drowsy fires,
Pages littering my lap, books spineless from re-reading
My slow breath, thudding heart becoming a dictionary
My mind sleeping under darkness, softly
Gentle whispers of labyrinthine poems
Infinite, eternal

Dance to the tune of the soul
The music, no holds barred
The rhythm of the heart
With a pulse on the moment
Pulsating bodies entwined
Slither in unison; moments frozen
Time takes a backseat
All illusions shattered, only pure emotions
Delving deeper, to the warmth
Cocooning each other in tight embrace
The arms exploring and encompassing
Till the hearts beat in same rhythm
Finally, the moment of truth

© Amitav

Instead of teaching religious differences
we must teach love,
for every religion on our entire planet
bonds through acts of love.

It doesn't matter whether you are a
Muslim or Christian
Pagan or Atheist
Agnostic or Buddhist.

Love is paramount and universal.

Without it, we would not be living.

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

I have crafted a glass orb
around myself
It floats
on the sea with me, inside
A hurricane rages
and
I watch on as it rocks me to and fro
The wind screams  
churning the waters
As faceless figures rise
from the depths
to pound against my shell
Searching for the safety of my shelter
I see their bodies morph
into those that I know
The blank faces mold
into recognition
Now my loved ones claw at the glass
Their nails scratching
and picking away
at my serenity
Their combined efforts start to crack the glass
Water rushes in and engulfs me
I am no longer safe
From my bubble of peace to the angry waters
We all drown
together