poetry

When I am about to die…

When our house is on fire

And there’s no way to get out

I give up and take a corner

Crawl beside me and recite

Poems of love and longing

Poems written by you and me

When cancer eats me

And doctors tell you

I am counting days down

Sleep beside me

And tell me stories

Tales of urchins and dolphins

Tell me how we met

When I am sinking to death

And there’s no way you can save me

Hold my hand

Sing me songs

Songs of the Lord and life beyond life

Sing me a love song

Or heck! Make up one for us

You see love, I am not afraid of death

I am just afraid of dying alone

poetry

Cats and the moon

We crashed on the mosaic floor on the terrace,
on the night of the pink moon.
It was not late at night just 20:30 hours;
But we were sufficiently intoxicated,
From the party, we snuck out of
To watch the moon.

We traced the moon
until came a dragon, and
He swallowed the moon.
The moon slipped through its stomach to the tail.
The baby elephant held the dragon’s tail,
but he let the moon rise above his head;
But in the end, an evil blanket covered the moon again.

It was a serene summer night,
Nothing moved except the dragon in the sky
And my hair strands due to the occasional breeze.
The dragon left for another moon
As he turned his gaze
and looked at my eyes covered by a netted veil.

“Look at the moon”, I pointed to the sky;
He said, “You are my only moon tonight.”
I held his face and pushed his curls away from his eyes,
His eyes were as cute as buttons on his shirt.
His white shirt with blue dots.
“Hi meeewww”, he smirked,
No one but him knew, that I was still called
Meeewwww.

I was dressed like one,
In a black dress that fit and flared
With black stockings covering the rest
Of my legs.
My cat-eared hairband ended in the netted veil that covered my eyes.
He drew my nose with whiskers,
While I closed my eyes
And giggled like a happy girl,
He held me firm till he was done.
I messed his stache
to look like whiskers and now
I was the Persian
and he was my rogue street cat.

I unbuttoned his shirt,
His shoulders glistened in the moonlight.
I ran my fingers through the dimples
As he held my face to show me the sky
And a translucent dragon swallowed my moon this time,
Then came the mean catfish
To eat my moon again.

My lips reached for his lips
Our kiss was soft and subtle, teenage-ey,
Not much tongue;
Just kisses that taste like
Candies and
Smell like strawberries.
Kisses that feel like
unicorns flying in the night sky.

“Meeeeeeewww” he whispered as he broke away from the kiss
I beamed like a sky lit with a million stars
And his eyes glistened
As his slender manicured fingers ran
Through the center of my face .
This felt like I was back in my hometown
When I was a child,
As the sugar rush flowed to the brain
I felt the same happiness I felt.
As a schoolgirl that
Runs home for summer vacations.

I smother his face with mine,
We both rise
To look around for a while,
Whispering meeeewwww into each other,
As he holds me
Around my waist
And I hold his neatly moisturized neck.
The sea is still at the distance,
The dockyard has a colorful ships
Anchored to the shore.
As I crane from the terrace into the horizon
He holds me from behind.

He unzips the hold of my dress
Goes a long way down,
As goes to sleep the town
The faint sound of the train engine
Adds to the rhythm
As he kisses my neck
And I stand still and watch as time passes us by.
He slides my dress off my shoulders
As he turns me around
Kisses my eyes over the veil
Before he yanks me closer.
Our masks slide through our skin
Until we are just us,
Without sham or pretense.

He holds me close
And I hold him near to my heart
Our hearts beat through the quiet of the night
Tomorrow we’d be him and me.
But tonight we were just two cats making love
Under the moonlight.

poetry

Murder my love

I want to murder my love

Run a cold metallic knife

Through his skin

Above his nose

The knife following the path

That’s drawn with my lips

I want to hear him breathe

Smell his fear

Of losing what he holds dear

Marking his lips, a shallow cut

Then a deep one, drawing blood

Tasting it on my tip of my tongue

Poking his chin as if to pierce but not yet

Sliding it down his neck

Our eyes meet

Our faces glow

As I run the knife down the centre of

His chest

Leaning to the left,

Marking his heart where it beats

I want to make it stop

But I want him to breathe

Drawing circles on his nipples

With the pointed edge of my knife

Breathing close

Sliding the knife through his ribs “Flip” I scream

Running the knife through his neck

Down his spine

We count his disks “Flip over”, I whisper

As my fingers lead the knife

To the center of his being

I laugh

He reacts

I want to kill him now

But what’s a easy death

Without a chase

I make art with the knife

On one thing that he lets define him

He’s a man he won’t scream

Ah, how they think they are strong

To break him it won’t take me long

It’s his tune, but it’s my song

I hold the knife firm

And I release

My blood drips on his thing

With my red hands I hold his hair

Before one final thrust

The knife enters him

Ah! So much for a fantasy

My lover is dead now

Dead to me

poetry

Love

I think love comes back to you

Slowly but surely

It comes in silence

Not much of celebration

Or background music

No confetti rains

Like a man returning back

From a stressful day at work

It’s not a series of coincidences

Or out of this world miracles

Something that seems so destined

As if the writer of the story is lazy

Love is that subtle consequence

It’s a mindful decision

Love is an intentional choice

Love doesn’t rock your world

It provides you the comfort of home

No matter how long it takes.

And love couldn’t be more beautiful

Than finding it at the breakfast table

Reminding you to eat