Always on My Mind you baby...

Monday, March 16, 2015


Not like us,
you speak,
no, you rain.
Of your fullness, 
your eyes are clouds 
and with your drizzling voice, 
you are only as beautiful as you
when you laugh,
the night dribbles
like music to the petals
of the bathing in your tunes,
sprinkling dew
only if you knew
my love...

And if People are scents,
you would be the smell of love,
my love,
scented in sin
and prayers of forgiveness.
You would be the rain of fantasy
Dripping in poisonous reality
you would be the plum of children's laugh
when hands extend for an autograph
or pose for a dream held still photograph 
in the Fan mart
you would be the cinnamon of the heart
and the mint of the yearning
you would be the oriental incense of the want
and the ash burner of nostalgia
you could rise in smoking lines of
my home made cooking mind dish
and in the fresh Cuban Coffee cup
of your face..
in the "Classics" dance of erotic
on your honey lips arena
you would be the bride's first tattoo Henna
on her wedding night
you would be our after years long rose fragrance
first tight hug
you would be the jasmine of your lil one's first smile
and the orange of waiting for your every once in a while
you would be the chocolate of your words anticipation
and the vanilla of my radiant smile at your comings
between the  bragging mango of my body's shivers
and the bursting Basil love made dripping off your gaze
you would be the dawn's first tears on the longing night leaves
you would be the salted sea breeze kisses the wind at my hair
and the lavender of my eyes holding your reflection
for a journey in the paradise of our hell encounter
the pumpkin pie off your lips with every "s" word
and when your craters happily flash sandalwood
you would be the Pancholis of my childlike joy in your words arms
and the balsam of your name tenderly tiptoeing off my soul throat
when you are not here but around.

What do you smell like  my love?
the  Almond of your steps at my door
the ginger of your bare feet in my craving floor
and the lime of your misty rising 
upon my starlit mind
i can scent you off my sight
wearing your sweat in black and white
whatever you sport
i smell
like petals of your love roses
on a windmill
you spill
as i refill
as aromatic as your arrival
in me is your twirl
beneath the weight of our belated blossom
you crumble in the warmth of my bosom
where the scents of
dreams mingle
and tears tingle
within the sweetness of a welcome Home scented kiss.


Friday, March 13, 2015


What do i want?
you may wonder
A tough one to answer
the you of you i am after
the one you set fire to with a lighter
to the classical ashes of its rising smoke
the one you revive to stroke
with every begging breath
the one nobody sees, not even you
my winds within his trees whisper
so, let the crazy lover wander
in the mountains of Nocturnal wishes
and linger
let me forest you the lilies of your wilderness 
in the valleys of such sweet nothingness
where i rose you scented nows,
Butterfly you colorful tomorrows
Nightingale your silence ballads in classical hiss   
and rocking chirps

I see you in the light of the hidden
wearing your metaphoric weapon
that you shoot inside out
and it bleeds in me
one smile at a time 
To verse you all the things i rhyme
but never pen
(My what-ifs and whys)
To sonnet you new cities of peace
that don't exist
(but in your eyes)
To spell the pain out of your guts
and make your love out of my affirmative nots
to be yours and make you mine
and your wounds
i want to reason you some of my madness
and quote you out of this mind clutter
up to the larking star you are
down to where you have never been of me
to your initials on the margins of my unpublished book
and my out of the world euphoria at your 3rd of January
first "Hi"
What you don't know to know
i want to only word you all the beautiful you are
letter you the smiles of longing 
and dot the tears of your silence away
see, i want to gift you the good times
i wish i have had
with you
wrap my wings of possibilities
around your flame
and burn.

I want to write you
those messages i bottled in the sea
wishing upon every wave
one moment you'll think of me
when i am no more
bare feet on the tided shore
flying kisses to the hurling winds
begging the arrogant breeze to deliver
what my pregnant breath has been carrying
for more than its due 
i want to hold your nicotine stained finger
to my lips
and press a smoking kiss
to your soul
i want to vibrate you tenderness
Bukowski you out of this loneliness
and Rumi the heart out of you
Bond on your every fantasy
and G.One the evil Raavan
in your every lifetime Ramayana        
I want to Isis all your Osiris pieces
for one night
and make you whole within me.
kiss your frog soul into a prince
i want to Devdas your sadness in a spilling chalice
the way a Chandramuki would.
i want to be all the love you deserve
if i could
may be i lived too much more than i should
or too little too late
no matter how poetically intense we mate
we are still dais-playing our gambling fate
Hiding all the pain in glittering smiles
laughing to tears in cratered cheeks
so i want to be your hurting knee
take all this life in me
because, for the life of love
i can't take one tear you trap in my core
Give me all the pain that nothing can makes up for
make me the punching bag of your thoughts,
you-every night to sleep- pillow
It wasn't your fault back then!
forgiven is your every sin
and remembered forever your fight    
so tonight,
i hold you tight
in me you can hide
bare to your soul flashlight
The Atharva of your time and the Messiah Hiding in His own plight. 

                                      i love you and kiss your forehead,
                  may all this pain gets in me with the touch of your skin.


Wednesday, March 11, 2015


This Pain
is like a playful baby
that keeps toying around
with all my intimate belongings
breaking my every defensive silence
jumping all around my solitude furniture
smashing all my pride artifacts
I kept as defeat souvenirs
from your everyday struggles
against my heart
for me to look at it
with loving eyes that has dried tears
traces in its corners
then it screams my soul out
clinging at my every failed attempt of anger
it innocently linger
rearranging my breathing
at its every grip
this hallucination cup i sip
caffeinated with a dream
sweetened with your moments' beam
it hides behind the curtains of my cliched smile
for me to worry about it
fetch it
in the alleys of my waiting
for what should never be waited for.
i look around like a weary mother
missing her only child
as it sneaks upon me from beneath your ribs
riding all your resistance beating horses
in the wilderness of anticipation
rolling all my pulse drums in a celebration feast
of my attention
This pain only grows up
well raised and ill mannered 
around my expectations lifetimes span
learning its first words in my poem-less verse 
stepping upon my empty bed
and crumbling its sheets of hope.
And when it's tiered
This pain gets hungry
sucking every life off my moments
cuddling all over my featureless face for
a kiss on the lips of my sadness
And then curls in my shivering chest
nursing of my fears breast
and biting all my doubts nipples
to blood.
and i hold it close until it sleeps
in the arms of my longing.
This pain is conceived every time
you close your eyes on me
an off spring of our carnal knowledge
in the dimensions of the mind mad reason mating
This Pain of your absence
is the son i never expected
and the daughter i will never condemn having. 
This pain of your absence
finds me like the family i can never runaway from.   


Sunday, March 1, 2015

Poem you love

I want to poem you Happiness
in a Mouthful of Forevers.
Pen-dot you lines of nows
compose you the dole of timeless presents
that hum into my soul
every time your safety scent doves roam around
so that you keep spreading your presence wings 
as i to you,
I want to poem you places
that don't exist but in your eyes,
so you can see how beautiful you make me
in a gaze
I want to poem you kingdoms of roses
that don't grow but on your lips
so that you taste the nectar of your kiss
I want to poem you universes of constellations
that only shine in your smile
so that you can feel how dark is my night
until you come
I want to poem you the swarm of butterflies
that immigrate to my mind off your voice
every time you speak,
so that you never stop.
I want to poem you all the words
that are still to be invented
to describe the cities that i visit
every time you touch your hair
I want to verse you the time that stands still
every time you come for a literal hug.
so that u can feel how it is like to be hugged by you
I want to word you the nights of light
you moon when you step in my soul
every time your eyes close on a mind life dream that i live
So that you will sleep some more and rest
in the arms of my poetic nest
where warmth is a bone cracker
and the heartbeat is but a lullaby.

I want to sing you the orchestra of silence
your absence plays in the alleys of my fears
so that you can listen to the calling tears
on your cheek     
I want to ballad you the old-times 80s blues, 
your absence acoustically rocks in my solitude backstage
so that you never stop rolling
on the notes of my quatrains
in "Foreigner" dots
and Morrison muted strings
I want to play you the carousel of goosebumps
that turns me upside down
every time your forehead giggles 
so that you know how spectacular
it gets to be when you frown
i want to once,
call you my own...
before swallowing my tongue
i want to lyric you all the songs
that are yet to be composed in the name of love
so that you feel the alphabetical fares
i like a stammering kid, adventurously ride
every time you bite your lower lip on a sigh

i want to hymn you the deserts of Ecstasy
that your hands fertile when they drizzle
every time you wave
i want to paste you after shave
to my longing skin
i want to rain you cats of your wonderful
and dogs of your magnificence 
pour of your essence
so that you blossom
at the monsoon of your own touch
i want to screen shot that blush
you cheeks redden at my words rush
when i say it all in a hush
i want to letter you the skies of safety
that your presence sunshine
every time your fat fingers heavy pet my mind
O i want to tell you all that had Never been told by human tongue
i want to say that you belong
where homelands begin and never end
where home is a person
and the land s but the soul acres of poetry. 

My Poems Recitations for My Shah...

VFXed.. Dreams.. Fan Notes..