In/tactile

In no bleeds
of blue on sheets
in no carves
of his name
he is
rather, in caress form.

Somewhere In the Arches

Of what is architecture
if bare of arches and jharokhas
of  braided bricks,
left to plastered skin

The Vamp

of what is me, if not you.

A wreck you abandoned
on the barren shoreland.

Good Bye

With welled up eyes,
I call upon your name,
one last time.

A goodbye
to the Gulmohar trees,
soldiering the streets,
and to
the sublime sunsets
in neon prints.

Ouroboros' Fate

I am crooked to peace,

to bear a heart that bleeds
and bursts each vein,

Cadmium Love

Beneath the sun
We immerse, hand in hand,
Our fingers in a lock
Flimsy, above this brisk sand
Its granule holds our tale
In rainbow ruffles
And flannels pale.

I love You Mom

As soft as jasmine in her hair,
or cadmium in our world so bare
our calmness against rushing shores.
She is the beauty in our lores.