Is it Fleeting!?

while the clouds change colour
i will cling to the ghost of her perfume
cling
in the deadest stillness of her silence
i will cling-
her Ripe body
erodes my flesh
glides like night creepers
like million years of rain
revealing an illusion
I will cling
And a thousand- and- one nights of yearning!

How radiant Love Lies...

twirling my long black locks
between your fingers
darkness
a colorful ribbon -

.

Poetry is the worst cocktail dress ...

Where the asphalt is bitten away
An endless assault. ..
Unflinching
Flinching
The corners of my mouth
Begin to move; the laughter starts;
The eyes open wider and the light
Begins to wash across my lap...

in secret,
I suppose dress for occasion
It looks dreadful on me!

Start Again...

Calcutta...

Like a kiss

that has run away from a lip

and has sat on a lip like a word;

Like a drop of water
dripped from nail
Heart is beating!

into Metro's swamp;
of trapped breath
sweat- raining !

heart beating!
Patiently from the pillow
i pick up your hair--

her to her in bosom
moment’s cuddle;
Behind the window me

Beating

runs fast..!

The butcher is waiting--

Whole Transcends...

Adolescent fictions-

to forget

to ignore;

sighs and whispers-

teasing

stroking

beneath the wide suburban sky

Like a paper calendar;

sum of their illusions

Soft and supple dream work

Puzzling fiasco
Whole they once composed

melt away like...

Adolescent fictions--!

Mistress sleeps like an ivory toothpick!!

The mattress tickles

brown; and smells
sighs-

a rose

relinquishes
its famous scent for you; no

NO-
the whole night long
i lose you to dogs;

duty's whistle
sound like jazz;

poor me!

moaning-
lies gap...
why has my shyness returned--!


 

So No One Hears~

Inside the mandolin

each night; sailing

Night sells.

the bed

pitching new crew

earth and sky.

love

on a raft

black chest hairs,sudden soft mass

smiling

under the stars;

melodious prison crowds.

moon

turpentine shadows

inculpable; blushing pride-

lost

milk tooth

diabetic grand mother stares

trying

to remember the taste--

insomniac mother

panting

a diseased lung

the whole night long-

his fresh air

my breasts

spiced promises

night sells-

delicate

liquids crack like grapes

rising

from the slaughter house;

flesh onto flesh-

walk away from it all--

falling in love again

Night sells ~

  

CYNTHIA(MY CANVAS)

commas;
leaps at me
begging vacantly

a tear of
salt...

ants marching
my dark night’s
insomnia

on the compost heap
aimlessly ajar;

lipstick stubs
rows of dusky tomatoes;
someone's blood-

her face
like needles
on broken sunlight

denied minutes old--
small wooly head
rodent red fried!

teddy bear nursing
 empty body--
 half knitted lemon drop sweater.

eyelids
spill like bees;
as cholesterol

shut up-
like a pocket watch...

how far away the world--!

lizards hang from light fixtures
sister--
like breasts
which cannot swell
our curdling tongues--

~ for my sister...denied(our rebirth)!