Come In

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His love flooded the keyhole
Dropped to the floor
Lurked through the rooms
Settled into her eyes.

She twisted, moaned, barred her teeth
Bruised her battered heart
Love lay in her tongue, coiled
A black, oily cobra stirring to strike.

It whorled on her stomach
Forking into darkness
Slurping, gulping, spitting
A vicious threading saliva lathers her skin.

She slinks around well oiled
Her happiness carries his name
The slow addiction of poison sets in
It’s a matter of time before she opens the door.

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The House Of The Faith(less)

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Across the house of faith
a crumbling ruin stands without none
People enter, prayers clasped on their stomach
Some leave to forage their daily grocery
Water will not turn into wine.

The trees twist and wind their bodies
Difficult roads to the sky
Traffic snarls around a scabby dog
No cars run over him, someone offers
Food his religion remains unasked.

A face of creases stands under the chapel shadow
Bright squirrel eyes do not mirror
The unhappiness of the balcony haunter
Is that just my fancy, are both the same
Equally wretched, equally happy?

I stand between them
A girl who got a rejection by mail
My unhappiness divides into two
One flows towards god and the other
Chooses human.

I look at His
Raised hand unwavering unlike my will
I walk away prayers in my pocket
The wretch on the balcony
Rises, her hand waves goodbye.

Is the life you can’t see, life?

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Green, murky, opaque temple tank
Spitting out pygmy balloons, the water hiccups
Shimmering restless sunlight swallower
Did the sky steal your blue?

Only men swim here, flashing their chests, breasting the water
The women pay a rupee before removing their clothes
Dingy walls of unkempt toilets preserve their modesty
The tank screams in bubbled circlets ‘swim in me, be free’.

The ducks are the happiest here
Unclothed, immodest quackers
Nobody knows their sex, nobody will rape them
They swim nude, some times, their bums point at the sky.

The Red That Ate The House

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The quietness of corners
Turn startlingly busy when you pause
The red house breathes
Not disturbing the cherry wattle of the rooster
His loud, incessant cackle on cobbled footpaths
Refuses to announce death.

The cat leaps on a bike
Ears torn in a war where no one dies
A million tongues can’t clean shabby white
The neck folds back as fingers follow throat
Later she will wash her hands before
Swallowing pani puri sanitised of cat disease.

A cyclist forms the curve honking at nobody
The red water bottle clashes with green shoes
Pigeons decide whom to shit on
The cat turns into sunshine
I stand without an expiry date.

A Love Poem For No One In Particular

I have cried so many tears for you
Unseen, of course
Stalking on social media
Stepping into your life
Without being there.

We almost had it good
You screwed up, or did I?
This is not a blame game
Just a slow saw of sorrow
Shredding without blood being shed.

I asked you once
A crystal clear message hanging in the sky
You didn’t understand how I had to move on
Before you drowned me in an endless search
Looking for you in everyone I meet.

I don’t understand either
That’s why on some days, I cry
My tears clogging the heart
My blood filling up with your name
I want to vomit you out, from all of me.

An Evening In Domesticity

Sticks and tongues, barbs and stones
Pierce bubble, pierce happiness, pierce pain
Stop. Tape the mouth
Shut off the engine
One more word, I die.

I wander off
You wander in
Chew-up dropped words
Burp. Burp. Boom.
Nothing ends, nothing begins.

That of yours eats my ear
Tunnelling towards my heart
Throw away the torch
Careless. Silly. Man.
Go home to me now.