I met you by chance,
Its a kind of dance.
Amidst your couplets and my poetry,
I feel elated and relieved.
The difficulty in remembering your name,
Wasn't much given your scent.
The ease in remembering your face,
Was as much as looking at mirror.
A friend like no other you are,
Who knows which goddess you are
You've come to me like a dream,
A dream I'd like to linger bit more
Who knows how longer we would be,
But as long as friends we are, we would be
This is not possible going solo,
You'd have to accompany me.
Now comes this poem's end,
I hope you ignored it's rhyming
Talkative eyes tell a poem
Nothing but you were on my mind.

On a board with wheels, I roll myself around
on the streets of this city
from dusk till dawn.
I observe how people travel in
expensive cars and wear better clothes
yet they look troubled to me
whereas I find happiness
on the side of the road
where I sit all day and beg
for some money.
With the help of my hands
I push the wheels for I don't have
working legs.
But I don't complain
at least I am blessed with the rest.

let me be your laugh when you thought you could only scream

I was all edges and jaded eyes
Long before
you met me, with sweet smiles
- all teeth
My laugh gets louder
I get taller
But I was only edges
Before you met me

I'm sorry but I think
You would've liked me
Before when I was innocent,
always straightforward

Than this twisted
Hardened joke I've become.

You need to go.
Before I become too dependent
You have to go.

your hand sleepy
and resting deeply
in mine,
the sound of your voice
pecking like a sparrow,
tickling my heart back to life;
beaming, vast, sunshiny
and unbroken.