Beyond Reason

Like a fish frightened of the chaos
I vanished from my ornate land
I swim in the austere recesses of his mind
Kissing hyacinths of some kind

Etched on my being are numerous silent smiles
From his shaded cajoling whispers
To troubadour’s songs sung six centuries ago
Everything in my being slowly trickles and unwinds

Reason has boundaries
So he sketches my fate outside those rigid lines
As I bask in my mythic world
He stitches laces of dreams on my eyes

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Dreams leave my eyes
To become pixels on a tinted sheet
Negligible yet prominent
They appear as colourful beads

Like a tuneless melody
Like an odorless smell
Like beads without shapes
Dreams sit on cosmic shelves

Lost fragments

I dream
Often
Of those little fragments
Separated from my being
Lying in different pockets of various cities
Waiting for me

Waiting for me
To come back and collect them
And caress them in my hands

Fragments baked
Under the sun of different cities
Washed by waves
Varying in salt intensities

I long to whisper in their ears too
The sweet truths of life
And tales untold by time…
I long to relish the fermented desires
That lie beneath their baked attires

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Two pinches of silence mounted
Two hundred words spoken between two vague lips
Two hours of mind gazing and alcohol
Two lifetimes overstepping lifelines

Shrieks of emotions not formed
Embedded in the clouds of silence
Embroyo of impulsive desires
Planted in my womb ready to pour out their essence

As banks of luminescent eyes
We met, wavered and vanished
To become a palette of smudged colour
And a river of sweetened wine

We are two nomadic minds
Who impulsively unpacked bits of our lives
Two hours of mind gazing and alcohol
Two lifetimes overstepping lifelines

Drunk

I poured reason in two wineglasses
And raised one above my head
One is for you to drink
And on the contents of the other I am drunk

Sketching

Feelings nibbling on feelings
Thoughts playing tug of war
Whispers frothing in my head
Blur the lines etched on my palms

I tread, sketching my fate
Walking slow, living fast
Usurping dreams, vanquishing fear
Leaving footprints on the land spread vast

Dreams and Desires

Worms of thoughts
Lotuses of desires
Both sting the mind
And sometimes inspire
To yield the brush of dreams
To dream a few more desires