KNOWLEDGE


I want to know
What you do with my kisses
After I 've lost them.

How do you sleep
without my limits
Wake up without my time.


Walk without my silence
Run away without my tears.


Who is with you
when you are
without me?

I picked up a new habit today:
Involuntary breathing.

My boss hates the ink stains
on my sorry arms.

I am asked repeatedly
to let down my hair and smile.


My current best friend assures me
that I am not going to die.

They all somehow suppose
that
I want to live.

But you know i don't.

Not since all my passwords.

I came to know today
that you made a home elsewhere.

Good for you.

So I picked up a habit today

I learnt to live

Without loving you.

Musings inspired by an old break up in new bottle

"Home is the place where if you return
They have to take you back"


What comes to pass in the absence of 'they'
in 'their' absence?

There is no home ,
not even the absence of one.

People who once lived
in that country
Are not only extinct,
but fossilized,
fuelized...


They have all been forgotten
now only known as
the fuel for the engine
of my morbid poetry.

Not the presence of an absence
but a new presence.
A new evolvee.

WISH



I wish
You'd stop by my life today.
Go through the brochure;
See if you are sufficiently
Covered for accidental loss
Of identity
On purpose,of course.


I wish
You'd water my plants for me.
Feed my cat, walk my dog,
Make sure the dust sheets are in place,
Before you move house.
I am out of town
For a long , long while.


I wish
I could count on you.
Weigh your words in scale,
Blindfolded,just
Believe when you say
Truth is but a negation of the false.


I wish
You'd remember me.
Red marks on your calendar
Know me as a red letter day.


I wish
You would lie to me.
Call me up again and say
I love you
in the present tense.

On an Old Marble Love

Moments pass me by

like coaches

Training to be alive

go on and soak it in.

The sun has another

date today.

No worries, it's not me.

I serve and watch

While he smiles and charms.

I rest assured, happy, cocky:

Come September,

I ll watch him turn cold

And blue and bright

And then slowly wither.

The leaves change colour

So many so fast

I wrap and unwrap

A thing for you

In so many words

Difficult and aloof

All meaning to say

i love you....

(in lower case)