For Sweetz

Sweetz, there is a list of facts
that never ceases to gladden me.
The fact that stars shall always
be visible to us.
The fact that ice cream exists and,
the fact that U n I love ice candy.
The fact that mountains exist
with their addictive air.
The fact that no food can satisfy us,
like food made by our mums.
The fact that Zara Rose
smells like you and
the fact that I don't like to say this
the other way round.
The fact that I love us and,
the fact that I love you !

For Love of Olya..

The transience of this moment is strange.
The train takes me away from you
but my head, occupied by your thoughts,
brings me closer to you,
as I think
of the peace in the hours
we spent together
and the ease with which
the time seemed to pass by.

The tears in your eyes were heartfelt
and so was my hold,
as the warmth of our togetherness
was the warmest thing I felt,
on that night so cold.

The intoxication I had
through your brightly smothered lips
had me asking for more
while you convincingly told me
about the fate's plan for 'us' in store.

To let go of you, to see you off
was the hardest thing to do that night,
as I knew
that the next morning will see me wanting
and missing you by my side.

Its a love unsaid-unconfessed
but feels more real.

You may call it platonic but,
I love the associated cosmic mystery
that plays right above!

Books

I feel odd sometimes
for the books
and the texts.
When I make love 
to my lady,
she shares with me
her heaven, her vulnerability.
I share with me
my nakedness, my natural availability.
But the books
and the texts,
I can't give them back
while they fill me up
and clear my head.

Hobo in Thoughts

I'm the mindless tree
that sways
with each wind gush
it gets and
bathes in it
with all merriment.
I'm the sparrow
picking food and chirruping
all the while
there's light.
I'm the waves
that love
their share of shore
through an endless flow
of time.
I'm the river
making its way
through and around things,
taking some part of them along,
imparting them shapes
through time.
I'm the bee
pollinating flowers,
making hives and
ascribing to certain rituals
with strong natural logic.
I'm connected.
I'm restless.
I'm nature.
I'm flow.
I'm lost in a wide spectrum of thoughts,
thinking some,
touching some,
chewing some,
adopting some,
continually mesmerized by vastness
and connectedness.