Lost you

Lost you, that rain splashed night
Turned back, a painlashed sight
Dragged out, with all my might
Never looked back, to face your fright…

Baby mine, oh baby mine…


Lost your smiles,
Lost your tears.
Lost your tiny little wiles,
It sears…

Baby mine, oh baby mine…

I see your face in crowded ways,
Speeding days,
Or, burning rays.
I see you stepping in delight
Or, screaming in true, deep fright.
Day and night, oh, day and night

Baby mine, oh baby mine…

These songs of mine
These strings of pain
This searing flesh
This blinding rush
They see you now
They know you somehow.

Baby mine, oh baby mine…

Searing Your Way

You have grown into my skin
Seared your way through tears
Songs, words, looks.
When you lived with me
You just meant a skin-deep touch
Now, you mean, a livid pain.
As memory.
Which cannot be ignored.

You have stalked your way
Into my existence.
And, remain there,
To stay.

Suicide

End the day
With remembrances of things past
For these memories of hurt and longing,
Clinging and stifled screams
Will never be remembered again.
Remember also those quite evenings of loneliness
When the splashed colours of the sky
Emptied itself into an orgasmic end
And then settled into ash brown solitary evenings.
Also remember
The small and irritating
Voice within you
Always unsettled, worried
Ready to fly…but, never able.
End the day...
Like this…

A Poem

I wanted to write a poem
On wildness today.

Yet, I find penning the reasons
Why I am bound.
I tied myself up for you
My friend and enemy
I tied myself up for you…
I tied up thinking
You will like me better.
I tied up thinking
The hatred in your eyes would wane.
I tied up thinking,
Oh, I am tired…
Tired of wildness, tired of myself.
Tied of the threat I seemed to always pose
For you…


Now when I untie myself..
Again for you
I see your face.
Mocking me, playing with me,
Never, loving me…

Separation

Our love was shaped
Like the marriage ring
Grown into our skins
Tight...hurting.
We wrench it out
And gaze at the
Hidden skin.
Exposed to light
After years of secure binding...

Bondage

His pleasure came in her bondage
The erotic threads which tie her self to him
Giving him absolute control over her passivity
Like a hesitant master, he needed that reassurance
Of a delivered slap, once in a while
Which she had to receive
In the true pose of submission and pleasure.

Braided

Through thoughts
I have braided
My life with yours.
With your silence
the knot only entangles more.


you can unbraid us now,
Only with those brutal scissors
of coldness...

Flowers

You sent me flowers
White liles of your solitude,
Tumba flowers of your early childhood
Thorny rose bushes from a wild youth
Blood red shoe flowers of hurt times
You sent me so many flowers
Every day...

Sudden Silences

Distance hurts
So, we bacame close
At the pace
Of two colliding locomotives
Without breaks.

Now we know
Closeness hurts more.
So, we draw apart
Peeling each other off
Like skins covering burnt flesh.