knotted

you and i were only shadows last night, as the street lamps tried to peek at our faces. i concealed my smiles and tears with the blankness i wear for a mask sometimes. your smile seemed like it wanted to say things we have been trying not to hear. my heart is just a huge knot these days, i know you will never see.

when we excommunicate,

my fingers refuse to type.
 they knot against eachother,
touching the keyboard like our absences.

typing is so painful

if this rainbow were a crossover to you...

there are days you know how Bridget Jones must feel

Sealed

Next life,
I will be a Sarus crane.
And you,
my mate.

my own abyss

i hate you for the torment you are to me
i hate you for how you've left me sleepless for years
i hate you for how i cannot remove you from me even as i know i'm only waiting everyday for you to leave
i hate you just because its so easy to do that to someone you love too much

stealing your words

across the night, you said to me:

"i have been waiting
under the pipal tree
near kopan
since morning
for the girl whose lisp
i can hear even
through the crickets'
nightsongs"

and  i said,
i don't want a future with you,
but we can live today.

in the folds of bedclothes

last night
i thought about
how we surround
our boat with ripples
in the centre of the lake
splashing the oar

toward no direction

while i miss you

steam and water
turn to glitter
in sun beams
that slash my skin
as i stand under the shower
dreaming about your eyes

all i want to do today
is lie in bed
and look into your eyes
where our lives lay trapped in layers
carved by you repeatedly
during our absences