Monday, November 17, 2008


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?

Friday, November 14, 2008

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
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.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

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,

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.