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