alone we wouldn’t stand a chance

whose lips suck the pain out of you
whose hands pour life into your heart
whose gregarious voice spells peace
whose silence resounds love

what has cut your wings
taken the wind out of your sails
the voice from your soul
the grace in your smile

the trail of an everyday love
is long and hard
and you keep me at bay
alone we wouldn’t stand a chance

Our drenched selves

You slapped my hands
that ripped your buttons
playfully
to feel your warmth inside

you sealed the eyes
that had been fluttering butterflies
waiting to besiege you
after a long days absence

and then you ask
taking refuge in the dark
when the lights are out
if I wont cuddle you?

Yes it is dark
and yes it has been long
too long that I waited for you,
in your presence

now your breathing and my tears
try to bridge the gap
that has come to be
between our minds, hearts and state of beings.

This immense void
gnawing and growing each second
refuses to be encapsulated
through words;

this void that exists
as a reminder of the essence of life
that only our attentive loving can fill
and not our words-spoken or broken.

This vulnerability that seeks
protection through your confidence
is at risk of never daring
to reach, again-

I waited too long
for you to reach out
to be found sunk
when you finally did.

This heavy heart
threatens
to drag me still, to the bottom
of yet another long night

the warm sea water on which we floated
has now broken into our shell
our salty wounds stand naked, burning
beneath our drenched selves.

The Emotional Bond

I know I have your affection
both yours and our mothers.
Yet there is a hole in my heart
that seeks your hand
to reach within and rebuild its walls
needing to heal with that emotional bond.

I have no count
of how long we’ve been gone.
It just seems too long;
for no matter where I go, no matter what I do
I carry my wounded soul
yearning an emotional bond, to become whole.

(Dedicated to my brother)

A train journey

Looking out of the train window
I observe the world rise
fade and quietly pass by me.

The human trace makes itself
visible even through the dense morning mist
or the fast falling dusk.
The vague trails and huts in the fields,
the shanty dwellings along the tracks,
the bridges to nowhere,
the crowded naked power lines,
the colourful stench from accumulated rubbish…

In slow motion I watch
a contemplative cow sitting alongside
a pan-munching wildly spitting crouching coolie
on a deserted station where the superfast
doesnt hault; I watch
similar scenes interspersed with
the endless glorious mustard fields
dancing to the afternoon sun

I observe the mystery of the world
within its seemingly mundane routine
And I become aware
of a greater presence
than all humanity.

Nature with its sun, seasons and shade
passes through it magically
in almost the same way everywhere

A Birthday Poem For You

The world is troubled
both within and without.
The spirit wounded
in unfathomable measures;
what tears could heal
the fertile soil of the Self?

Unburden your heart
let the earthly wind
blow through your soul
as you are reborn tonight.

Let this ethereal dawn
carry your first cry of joy
into the far reaches of your being;
let a new morning
wash over you
and reveal your true light.

A love fulfilled

My mind races with thoughts of you by my side
Your scent cascading, pervading my body
I feel alive as your breath whispers my name
Enraptured I gaze at you as the lark observes the sunrise

We dance together naked in euphoric ecstacy
Breathing each other in absorbing the delicacies found within
Our tandem spirits entwine losing ourselves in rhythm and rhyme
Searching deeply, uniquely devouring the other

We kiss unabashedly, unashamedly with utter abandon
Time stands still until at last our universe is reborn
Tender lips pursed in the final throws of ardor
Sealing the last vestiges of a love fulfilled

David

The receptacle of our dream

Swiftly blowing in the pure
Mountain air is our dream
The receptacle of this dream
Is the mutual sentiment deep
Within our hearts
Clothed in bright stars
Shining over the snowy peaks
Gathering into the heart
Of night with the evening rays
Clearing the mist over our path
Through this darkness
Carrying us into the morning light

My Insecurity

The time is ripe
the air is crisp
I can hear the distant bells
ringing.

And I’m wondering-
do you think of her
when lying with me?
Not this time, not once,
never-I hear you say
in my mind.

This ink flows
from the gushing wound
your voice left-a hole
in my heart;
I heard your excitement
betray your guilt.

Your heart stands at a fork
on the high road
and you must decide on a path.
Remember: there is always a way
around, when you see with love.

I dare rest my insecurities
contemplating the present moment
pregnant with the hope
that you will choose with love.

That feeling

I can’t pick just one
thing about you
It’s the feeling you leave
inside me
that lay there
keeping me warm
waiting for the sun
in my soul
to rise

Now I’m glowing
with that feeling
like these golden mustard fields
rising to the warm surge
of the morning rays

(Inspiration: that feeling…and the endless beautiful golden mustard fields during my train journey from Mumbai to Delhi)

Together we belong

My mind is numb
In this silent storm
That’s raging inside
Without a warning sign
The well of my tears has run dry
Parched lips of its vacant walls
Wait under the overcast sky
Of my feelings to rain
Any moment now

Every night we come a little closer
To fill the pitcher of our thirst
Every night I anoint my past to burn
At the altar of your grace
Every night the flame of your love
Reshapes my present and our future
Every night our souls bind
To unfurl the path to freedom

The autumn winds
Belong to us
The glitering lights
Of our wordly lives
Belong to us,
The dream of a home stirs in our hearts
To the rhythms of our song
Together we belong
To the tide of this journey