Unwanted pain greets in the morning
as the sun rises slowly in the sky.
Uneasy waters traveled across, without
a real reason or understanding why.

Time has been turned upside down and
minutes are wasting hastily away.
The nights are purple and the hours of
the morning turn quickly to a black veiled day.

Memories of the way life use to be are
slowly taken over by grief and pain.
The mind is greatly held hostage by
a huge unbroken chain.

There are many storms to cross out in
this uncertain and open sea.
Its something you learn to live with,
there's no other way to be.

Batten down your hatches and make
sure to close that open door.
This ship may never find the entry to
another refuged shore.

There is no way to escape this fog and
its angry purple haze.
If this sinking ship lands at home again
it will only find black veiled days.

I m an older shade now, curse me!!
this blunt hint on my face an addressee,

I remember the yore, you sang the sad,
Scratching knees crept on floor, i was mad

Holding me swaying me pressing my hand,
Scrabbling from legs i cried sand sang sand

The smoothest touch ever, the cool breeze,
This water met my feet, oh its a seize.

I drenched,felt the float, left you behind,
Why you cried,the boat find find find.

I m alive in water, and i m older and huge,
Curse me, forget me, im mixed and refuged

rays of light shimmer through
our breath synchronized
both, you and i
encompassing one another
refuged from reality
the day starts to unfold

Itinerant


One can create virtually

Anything with an imagination

We have limitless storage

There is a place for every

Situation pillows of thought

filled with endless fantasies

profound wells of wisdom

Where one can be refuged

From everything, with the

Exception of the cold night air.

The waves of peace stroke her feet now
Balms her to the shore of tranquilty;
Caught in the entanglement of solitude
Swayed by the slings and arrows of  outrageous fortunes of a miserable life
She sailed in the sea of turbulence
Wrecked into pieces by the storm of ill-fate
Of persistent misfortunes and hardships
But the sea as a saviour refuged her
In its abode of silence in darkness
It cradled her with its fathomless love
She felt its hands entwining to shield her
The din of the world out there beckons her
Reminding of her ******* to the material life
Bound by wealth, relations and commitment
Who doesn't know the fragility of worldly life?
The empty, barren life which is a monotony;
A servitude of persistent economic drudgery,
Slavery of fidelity in marriage, struggles of motherhood, battle of survival amidst subjugation and *******, the exploitation of naive and untainted people by the wicked souls.
Lashed by her own insecurities and fears
Of constant abuses , she shrinks into darkness, nurturing her bitter memories of the past when her feminity was slaughtered
She realizes that life is an endless labyrinth with no way out
An unsolved riddle with no clues
A language  she can barely understand
Caught in a maze of perplexities of harsh fate of life
She delved for a way of light, hope and peace.
She finally chose her serenity in the deep sea
In its eternity, unperished,uninhabited,
By the assault of the bustling, monstrous world
To lie in peace and happiness forever

I almost cried the second time her thigh grazed mine. The air shared between school girl fantasies of jump rope and freshly baked poppy seed cupcakes. Just enough to make me ponder whether the bounds of earthly consciousness were an object of her manipulation. And I, simply her willing subject.  

The oh too warm days on the side of the pool. The bright rays permeating the soft pretty pink promise of youth. Never delineating from the canvas of blue gray green tiger stripes I captured every time I looked up at her.

There were only feelings of nervousness, maybe a little anxiety. The feeling of a canary perched in its open top brass haven of beautiful imprisonment.

That’s what it was like being in love with Eloise.

Protrusions of the finest rose thorns. Strangulation by way of sweet, sweet cyanide. Dropping off the prepossessing coast of Amalfi.

I hoped that she too never stopped touching me, but I knew that a boy would come.

A boy would come to take me gentle Eloise away. To contort her limbs and fantasies of childlike innocence into rough boyhood.

Why should she try to keep up with him?

I was warm. I refuged her hollow bones as one does a migrant sparrow.

But like any kind thing, you must issue release. For the worlds most marvelous of things have no business being kept from displaying their beauty.

The way her feet curved and curled at my unsavory dispositions. The hugging of sandles by way of freckles and blue glitter dolphins.

I knew how I felt.

I knew because I had felt this way before.

Never daunting, or in bad taste. Not shamefully or with unrelenting dissatisfaction.

So how come she couldn’t do the same.

How come I’m left with camera film of beachy Saturday’s and coffee gelato. Of ripe succulent fruit. Her strawberry lip balm. Tire spokes peaking out of the side of mulberry bushes, and the space between our palms when her hands interlaced with mine.

And she’s left with none of me at all.