My bed strewn with books
I shrink to a side
My thigh on the computer
pressing innumerable keys all at once
I search for the phone
with a dreamy hand
reminiscences of a dream
Still in my eyes
Searching for messages

Life too is like a scattered dream
Can't make sense
but everything seems to be there
don't know how to connect
a jigsaw puzzle

The bed is crazy
A khushwant here
copies of writing there
Some ink
An unpacked box

The wind lifts the dark screen
And i open my eyes a little more
Dreams oozing
light filtering
my throat dry
Wishing for some sweet tea
I search for more messages
And still more tangled dreams

For as we lay
Together in tangled arms
To regret the land that's too far
Waiting to grasp any hope
Us finding a way to cope
Love is a difficult thing
Never the less it clings
But you are the blinding light
In my no longer dark night
So run away with me
For our fate will see

I placed you in the box,
the padded box that seemed too small
torn from galloping heart,
fingers fumbling for stubborn clasp,
I focus for just one moment
Place you in that small padded box.


I watch as,
night tucks away all things
As bed bugs are wished away
But teem beneath the sheets
As closets checked for monsters
whisper into darkness:
            “things not always as they seem.”


You, the necklace, must agree,
For I laid with such ease,
            Your slinking arms
            Your solid charm
That was winning to anyone
            You met.

And I watched whenever I could,
To ensure the box was still,
but then again
who’s to say
That I wasn’t just moving,
In opposite directions
            With myslinking arms
            And lack of charm
That shied away with
            That very same ease.

But either way,
Living independently,
Our motions certainly did not cancel,
Whatever it was that we did-
And no matter
how carefully you were lain-
You awoke tangled.

The sweet ache
of togetherness. We had
The magic
of the moments. We lived
The beauty
The bliss. We achieved
How we choose
to ignore. You left
How we knew
to ignore. I left

You were ready to leave
And I had nothing to give

The feeling
got tangled. We ignored
Oh! I ignored.
This story of you and me
tangled and ignored.

Life is a maze.
Life is a phase
Life is a craze.
Life decays
Life can amaze
Life can be full of clichés
Life filled with schooldays, holidays, long delays.
Life is a labyrinth, with a Minotaur in the shades
Life is full of constraints
So leave the maze, untangle your hair and meet me in a different cabaret, I'll be there
I'll show you how life is just one big malaise, we need to fill the maze with a blaze of glory.
After all life is a story. The ending the same, we all die, but in between, we runaways from the maze can drop the chains and create our own tales of the maze.
*And those tales can be quite amazing!

I lull the salt
and the rain
with the company of
sour visitors
perpetual silence
stabbing me in
my palms
I strung it together
with thin white exhales
In the morning
I become tangled
apologetic veins
a rib cage and
a buoy, white endless
silence
tangled at the root.

i found the type of person that makes me feel different
its so genuinely real
yet so unbelievable at the same time
like im jumping off of a high building
while im still here
just laying in the grass
tangled up in you
melting into the ground beneath us