Unreturning

I am terribly spent

With life and death

A circular bondage

The distinction, only a breath

 

 Till it disappears,

Each passing number

The subtle thread,

Gets shorter and shorter

 

Don’t look for me

I’ll be far away

In a remote dimension of resonance

Where ripples appear

At the tip of my hands

 

 Into the oblivion I see,

It is strikingly blank

And when I cut the thread,

I am no longer coming back.

 



Sounds

Blood river sway in my veins

A trek to the heart

Drunk, swaying and singing.

Towards lap of the heart.

I am hollow.

My ears only greet music

Birds chirp beneath my skin

The cells in my feet heed to it.

If you were sound, you’d be flute and drum.

Or that of the gushing sea.

And if your sounds crumbled into ash,

I’d smear it on my ephemeral body.

 

Krishna

Did I recognize you late?

Did I not see you?

Or did I hum your glories?

Were I one of the few?

 

Did I dance with you?

Did I paint you the sky?

Were you the one to hold me?

When I was tied?

 

You let me fondle the clouds

I remember how it feels

Did you ask to shut my eyes?

When you swept me off my heels?

 

Did I write you poetry?

While you played the flute?

Or did you giggle

When I danced for you?

  

Your eyes glittered

When your stern face told a joke

While mine swelled with tears

And my stomach throbbed

 

Did we meet in the quiet?

Or were they aware of us?

When you placed jasmine flowers,

Did my hair exude fragrance?

 

Did you talk to me?

Or did you just listen to what I said?

Did you hug me?

Or did you touch my head?

 

I know I lived when you did too

I’d remember, only if you let.

Show me who I were to you

Unveil thy glorious secret.