On suffering

As Paul Tillich put it, suffering introduces you to yourself and reminds you that you are not the person you thought you were.


with one other
no more the other

one morning

I haven’t sat down
with me
to think how to go
simply this drift
sometimes I’m in it
mindless flowing
sometimes it’s unmoving
in me,
and, then, an expulsion
of a million thoughts
take over
on how to be.

05 Oct’14, Mumbai

Reading Tyler

I’m drowning
reading your words –
saved every single time

(reading Tyler Knott Gregson)

And what about those words
that come and disappear
in the twilight of ones dreams

I speak ceaseless
sometimes I sing, without tune
sometimes to myself
at others to you

You, not you
but you

and I wonder the
cauldron of your mind
so deep, so full
with unique pearls
of the same twenty six letters
woven together, each time, differently

reading you I feel
like a baby in the womb
of words yet to be born

floating in the immense
sea of a dreamless

a beating heart, just,
a beating heart
that is me.

All my breaths
I live
for that moment
of discovery

all my tears have
washed a million times
the fear:
what if it never comes.

would I have then lived, at all?

Sometimes they’re a miss
sometimes a clear note of music
dispersing like mist upon hitting
the shores of consciousness

I snatch the feelings
from within
the mist of a breaking word

05 Oct’14, Mumbai

I need secrets

It dawns upon me
the redundancies of my dreams
without them
I need secrets to set ablaze
my watery imagination
What would it be
to eavesdrop on whispers
escaping my own silence
to catch playful smiles flirt my lips
chasing the taste of my tongue
to sneak into the space between
could have beens
and maybes
never looking back
to throw a wink
at the half moon over some distant land

04 Oct’14, Mumbai

You’ll find me within

You’ll find me within
the warmth between your toes
your folded palm
in your panic blown heart
your open-mouthed gasp of loneliness
that curve of your lower lip
embracing your emptiness
The taste of bitter coffee
keeping you awake
in those soundless notes of music
cradled in your frantic silence
you’ll find me in everything
warped, writhe & pregnant
in the tightness of your chest
enveloping a crescendoing beat
in the slight ajar of an expectant door
a vivid memory
left on your threshold
the touch of that missing hand
the blue song
slithering down a forgotten dream
dimpling crimson dawn
those parched joys
the thirsty well
you’ll find me dotted
in your firefly nights
among the blazing stars within
your infinite self

Your fractal sun

I am
in the hollow of your ears,
a lost whisper

03 Oct’14, Mumbai
(Inspiration- a poem by a friend, Nitesh)

D for doleful

Sitting, in darkeness,
on the open window ledge
of my 7th floor home
looking down at the blinking lights
of street decoration
and the occasional twinkling rain
of sparkling glitters, filling the air with
toxic fumes and artificial thunder
transfixing the child in me
with dreamy allure
Sitting here under
the silver dust of the moon
in the shape of your name
reciting, in quiet healing silence,
D for david, D for diamonds in the sky,
D for dazzling, D for doleful…
Blue breeze shying to my face
the city smell rising up to its freedom
the coming and going of the trains
their sirens bringing a message
from a far away land
Alas, I feel at home, again
within the sanctuary of my soul

03 Oct’14, Mumbai