places

place I used to be

when I was on the threshold of youth

that oak tree

where a three legged dog slept at night

on the edge of the lake

holding hands with a boy

I kissed in the dark nights

the dog is gone

boy is gone

I go there to find palpable emptiness

see you standing in the shadows

your arms reaching out for me

"you bring newness to this place of forgotten era"

melted

broken breath, I left it
shivering on the stairs
icicles as its innards
burnt by frost
now see fire
engulfing dirt
my aorta can take it
while I bleed happiness

winning me over with pointy-toed shoes

to staid for too long
I needed a makeover
I painted my nails green
designed them with dots and lines
when I showed those to you
you smirked
and handed me something
I unwrapped it
an involuntary gasp of shock 
escaped my lips 
when I opened the shoe box
and saw the pointy-toed shoes
I turned around
and hit you hard with those heels

"If you had got me boots, you wouldn't have been booted"

who hid that story for us to find

gaps bolted to metal-
I search for nuts
dropping the key,
while you align walls.
I move that metallic eyesore,
paring dirt-
we find a hidden era,
in an unbelievable quiet.

when I lock it up again
we turn around 
to see something, 
maybe for the last time

"I savour that thread which ties us"

point

from the tangents,

I take apart the circle

that point stands out as a judge

scared, the arrows scatter away

I bring back the ray,

plant it near the point

bereft, circle stands alone

(point was its safety valve)

I give it a triangle,

yet it refuses to look at me

I feel the windless icy chill

while circle collapses

ignoring me,

the point runs towards it,

when it embraces the circle,

it comes alive,

ray, tangent and triangle

dance to their beats in nightfall

"out of their periphery, I draw the curtains"

destined wanderings

going from one place to the other

each day, every passing day

he longs for the complacent days

to feel the morning entering his bones

turning into lazy afternoons

and cozy evenings

to meet his friends

to walk the sidewalks

to ponder over the lake

when the chug of the train

bring hims to his destination

he walks the asphalt

and sees her at the window

a book in her hand

but a pause in her demeanour

when their eyes meet

she disappears from his vision-

at the door she ruffles his hair

"when he encloses into her, he finds in her, his lucidity" 

fairy tale

golden wings 
it stood there near that stream
creature so beautiful
I circled from it
it was gone
I felt an itch on my shoulder blades

had I turned to a fairy?

plateau

in the bin of tangled up holiday,
lights switch off all by themselves.
my fingers cut into my palm
but I search for my platinum ring.
in the darkness
when a soft breath moves against me;
I push it to the plateau
of shaking rattle of my body.
I fill the leaks,
while you free me with your tenseness.

"when my solitaire falls to ground, my plateau becomes a mountain"

astral music

I nudge corners
into the centre
they resist
I persist
my hammer hits again
a column resonates
I hear astral music
in a sandbox

door frames shake
as I chisel away the concrete
I want mud walls
on which I can do finger painting

"enough space you saved for me, give it to me now"

snowed out

I counted the rows of buttons 
on my overcoat
some ungodly reason
I found three missing
I shivered outside the door
window reflecting the dour outside
my breath misted my eyes
it was an effort to see the walls
I felt the demise of my memories

you know all the details
someday you will help me 
in the revival of those
now I wouldn't change my life.

"how absurd, that I can think like this standing in the snow"