household tips

a warm touch of love
and a connecting heart
is all it takes

to wash off
grimy todays
and greasy yesterdays
and leave sparkles

yea, a wee bit
ludicrous detergent idea though
for regular use in lives.

Extravaganza

of course i wish
you were with me
holding my hands
in my journey to myself

but it's a wish
not a need.
I can afford to let go
and move on.

an optometric therapy

Aw... my fantasy world
like a black and white movie...

you brought
the brightest colours
that blinded me.
it hurts to open my eyes now.

if I need to look at you again,
rip off those glaring rays
and carefully pick
just the soothing hues
and fill the screen for me

and..
I shall not ask for more

midnight nostalgia

Someone once said
the axe forgets
but the tree remembers

the tree in me remembers
the Love
that filled it cell by cell
to flower, fruit and then
let it to be cut.

there ought to be a tree
in you too
who remembers
those forlorn laughters

a fake hide n seek

and I keep hiding me from you
as much as from me.

you can never
take me the way I am
and I just cant be
the way you want it

I keep hiding me from you -
for I'm seeking your
infectiously raging love.

suicide

and slowly i tread
to wed death
with the burning desire
to be pulled back
to life
by love

the rising

I fell in love

and then had to
rise from the fall  -
to be desired, cherished
and celebrated.

expedition

and here I go
to traverse the distance
between
love and desire.

a long ropewalk indeed,
but worth it.
the journey more exciting
than the destination.

conjuring

glued to the walls
i stand waiting for you

to come closer,
lift my hands
lock fingers again
and breathe down my neck

to snatch from you
the unkissed kisses,
untouched touches
and collpase to your arms.

but as your fingers
and hands
move down
you may find

that Im my effigy
burnt below waist
interminably fuming..

Ghosts

however tight i close
the doors,
they creep in -

pouncing over
from the darkness
as I undress
for you

the ghosts -
with sweating hands
and hard dicks -
following from ages
fetter me

A devil from skies is 

waiting for me to jail break

and together we will kill them 
With love

baby

it was in your little lips
wet and sweet with my milk
that i ever saw
love in its purest form -
the only time when
my soul really needed
a body
to be.