rivulets of space

spaces. unseen spaces.
can you parade it between us-
tangible in its wake
I leave my space to smile at your a boyish charm
a flame gasps and slips in between
I let it defy with my typical thinking
a space can't question it

I put my elbow on my thigh,
go into a trance
creating bit more space

"we can let it melt later, merging it with musty rivulets of ourselves"

cut a lemon into half

you stuck that fork into a lemon
I can't look at it now
you made the sourness disappear
I don't have affinity for bitterness
what do you carry in your satchel
you fidget when I ask for it
I will not mention it again
if you share that glass with me

"whose blood came out of lemon,
or is it only reddened tears?"

angel of shadows

in a corner of that street
a shadow looms large
it lingers lazily
somehow unafraid
I put out a hand to touch it;
in my loneliness I feel it caressing me-
magically I find myself transported to the dunes
sands under my feet feel like silky water
magic is created in the atmosphere
I absorb it all
unbroken wind blows in circles
unseen yet palpable

"an angel embellishing another world visits me occasionally"

zigzag thoughts

the lines turn to zigzag;
make a sad song
on my broken record
it plays on and on

if Adam had covered Eve
I wouldn't have existed
neither you, but we do

that leaf can vellicate our skins
but do we ever learn to save the bell?

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Vellicate: 

• tickle: touch (a body part) lightly so as to excite the surface nerves and cause uneasiness, laughter, or spasmodic movements
• pinch: irritate as if by a nip, pinch, or tear; "smooth surfaces can vellicate the teeth"; "the pain is as if sharp points pinch your back"
  wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn

days and days..

I would rather celebrate old stuff day
rather than panic day
why don't you celebrate check your batteries day
while I bake a circular pie on pie day
on the international day of asking questions
you can ask my how I do everything right
that is my birthday,
so I got to do everything right!

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scattered with the wind

scattered in the landscape
the puzzles have been cut from the ground
these figures are symbolic
of the chaotic world in which whole become holes
the juicy bits of grass stick to the mud
stress queues up right in front
each puzzled hole gets a share

"rose tinted glasses can break, 
but not the whole holes"

captured memories

brother, I hold the empty bottle while you look afar
but I will look at you and the camera too
he needs to make memories, so do we.
you look not at him or me yet stand there for us
you might look forced but it isn't so
I engulf you, and that too you know
when we have found our chosen path
we will look back at this.
his proud face, he capturing us in the photo, this moment
for you and me to cherish, for him to hold.

"I will spin the bottle, make it timeless"

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I dedicate this poem to all three who are alluded to.....here. Especially the one who captured the images....for us to see...

stepped up

I climb two steps on ladder
hang from there
sweet sorrow passes fleeting in my mind
slowly I gobble on food

you see, ruminating with a hungry belly is not done

a spinning tale, which makes no sense

I draw a line on the sand
and see a streak of light following it
an eerie light, that is so creepy
a premonition of something
I can't see the top,
the bottom is fathomless
yet I spin it
weaving a tale out of it
yes, I'd catch a grenade for you,
but I will not keep it.
I will throw it right back at you.

"after all , destruction is what you are best at"

the wind too is kind

in my pocket I want to carry your blink
just prior to your staring unblinking at me
I want to remember forever
those eyes smiling at me
that blink I would take it out on that occasion
when I am sitting with my solitude
when the wind too is kind enough to blow around me