Dance With Me !

Sun, My dear
You care for?
A swirl some place

Mid silken skies
Along mushy
Blues and whites

Tapping your toes
Lyrical, musical
All, my woes

Groove along as
We, tune in
A yen night

Slithered in my
Stained, smeared rues
Mythical mime

I sure danced
Days, but saved
You dark song

Versed nights
Strutting glee
Your dance with me!

DREAM SLEEP

Up I wake to
You-Dream Sleep

Smudge lost sight
Ground pale feet

'Sleep' I shush is
Safe though steep

Demonic ground that
Make your retreat

When o’ dear
I stir though

To life beats
Breathing times

Cold creeks here
Sniff and weep

Tear ‘n’ bleed
Often disbelieve

Pry and glean
Deeds so indiscreet

Rather not be up?
To you- Dream Sleep!

My Wanton Dreams

Juiced, propped and braced
A fistful of those desires
I managed to waste

Eyes lulled them on
Music they played then
Kept me awake

Those waking eyes
Saw a hush …
In you, a quiet seethe?

Confiding in me
Fancied you then
And now…

Writhed dreams
In you bare
Their conceit

You ring them
To life, you
Spring them to breathe

You, their squire
You, their deceit
All of you, my wanton dreams!

'BELONG'

Walked along the roads,
Ones you had shown.
Whisked along the shores,
Ones you had soaked.

Seethed in whines,
Yours and mine.
Even circled some shrines,
Trusting and trying.

Many worlds and
Their masters I watched.
Many sapient and
Their notes I scratched.

Hostility, piety I
Seek and desired
Within, without I
Embellished, quivered.

Like a nomad so
Wasteful, so lavish.
Fleeced seams and
Devoid treasures.

Along this voyage,
Of times and age,
Of grime and dirt,
Of wilt and search.

Have I not
Come a long trail?
Yet, all I
Feel is a droll.

To you and
Those all around.
I squirm, I plonk.
‘Just don’t belong!’

In between

While,
I’m walking a moment

to gates of another,
gasping through skeletons
of scattering present,
ruins from the past.

Pillar to post as they say,
this distance I map everyday.
dawn to dusk,
here till there,
one facet interspersing
realms of another.

I seek, I push
do the done.
trade joys for
greater sorrows.
Earn the earned,
pennies of wisdom
and lying dust.

While,
I’m on the cart of life.
While,
I’m surviving norms.
Bizarre and outlandish,
transactions between us.

In between,
those destinations of time
In between,
One norm and nine.

In between…
As my eyes smile.
At the sun skimming
through sieves of leaves.

In between…
As moonlight snow
pecks my cheeks.
As rain drenches
my blossomed grief.
As I squeeze,
trickles of fatigue.

In between…
As I dry
in blazed pain,
As I breathe you
fearlessly, unflinchingly.
As brazen winds
bash me to giggles.

In between….
As you, I hear in me
As you, I see in me
As silence loosens
As I pause

In these slant
In betweens
of destinations

In these slant
In betweens

Of lucid glares
In these slant
In betweens
I lie cold and bare!

Perfect storm

Shards of
Scattered notes
Unsung strains
Peeping sighs

Silhouette of a tear
Silence of a storm
Cryptic sounds
Strum music

Of an aching life
Blotched moments
Soaked in languish
Craving for none

Walking past
Would be a strife
For where will
I see this site

Shroud of a face
Parched eyes
Of all was
Is and will be

No questions
Bend her gaze
No answers
Those eyes delve

Shrugging moments
Like sand
Slipping in and out
Of her hands

Lost her pain
Skimming through
A scorched life
Imprinting her blues

Draped in shrieks
Ringing jangles
Clad in chimes
Barbarous songs

Of a Perfect Storm

YOU 'n' ME

Between you and me,
this queer we share.
Nibbling through it,
looking for the same.

Or am I,
knocking the waters
slipping in a stream.
Or am I,
clasping sands
dancing away in the winds.

Seeped in wonder and irresolute,
Dialect of errors,
steer to this bloke?
Are we friends?
Are we foes?
Are we indifference…impersonate?

Looking for an answer,
looking for a name.
Between you and me,
this queer we share.

Show me your cards
Show me your game
Show me that square
you’ll trap me again.

Or leave the court to me.
I’ll quibble some more,
I’ll hope no more,
Someday I will learn,
your indifferent forte.

U I know,
will not refrain.
Your sophism will play
its worth, again.
A fallacy, encore.

Elusive you-Life!
Chilly and shroud
Between you and me,
this queer…
This queer we’ll share.