In seeking
Your love
I’ve made my way
To the realm of wisdom
A kingdom where self love
Seats proudly on the throne
Where I’ve discovered
Under the cold sun
Deep In the abyss of a cloud of your counterfeit love
That I’ve been one of the missing all along
Where I’ve been calling thunderously to be found by You
Didn’t you hear me calling for You ?

When you rise up
to start your day,
To chase your dreams
Do not delay,
Grab every opportunity
that comes your way,
Because You Only Live Once they say..!

When I was at the ripe age of dreams
Not yet wise enough to question its reality
I wished for a bird, and one flew to me
Thirsty and weary, resting on the cage
Of my bedroom window
Sent to teach me how to love
Love a life so precious and zealous
Joyous as the gold of its wings

I had no palace or mansion for her
So she was content to live in a
Crumbling cage
And happily in a cardboard box
She dreamt

Till one day
We decided to surprise it
With a brand new shelter
But a home it was not to be-
When I loved it the most
She left me
Sometimes life is best enjoyed
A little tattered
For perfection, flawless appearance
Hides poison beautiful and unseen-

I thought her home was home with me
But alas, to the everlasting she must leave
Spread its wings beyond the cloud’s seams
She left the new home not made for living
And went back to Him

On sleepless nights,
I fear I have failed Him
For far too long
I only learned to love not so much
And welcomed only hatred and envy

But everything must be what it’s meant to be
For through it all, I danced with everything
Love, joy, fear, envy, guilt, hunger, pain,
And even gluttony

Till I was sent another angel
This time, a red robin
Perhaps, never to bond
Momentarily
But ever to love
Protect, and
Keep.

How much poetry live within me

Or am I merely a vessel

That has to be loaded and unloaded

To not waste away under the calm wind

And sink to a weighted depth of silent

And unfulfilled dreams


Yet what is the use

Carrying a soul from an unwritten land

To an unread land

Both dotted with footprints of past voyageurs

But no path or end in sight


Perhaps I am destined to be an unnamed pilgrim

That treads upon and whose marks will be tread upon

The wasteland of hapless ambitions

Transforming it into a garden of everlasting

Love, freedom, and hope


There,

You may find me one day

Though you will not know it

Nor will I

Within a petal of the rose


A dust in the dew

The wings of a honeybee


And if you look closely,

Listen closely

Within the laughing wind

As the gale brings all of us

Across the sea

Carrying vessels after vessels

From dream to dream

and in
his eyes tonight
you will lie
but he doesn't
see you.

under the
cover of night
I am the
lightening strike
just outside
your window.

and the
muscle twitch
between your
thighs
that is me
as well.

in these
fairy tale dreams
of us.

and the rubies
I could
give you,
for you
to hang
around your
neck,

and the
whispers I
could share
with you,

before the
night expires
to the light.

and you would
taste of me
and me
of you
everywhere.

and though
death beckons
me in
these days,

I am far
richer for
having these
dreams at least
once.

and not
die the
pauper in
God's eyes.