pouring lives into buckets

so our buckets match, but nobody told me yours was filled with magic.

kiss the flowers that bend

for once, stooping is fun

for both.

always in the danger of living, ultimately, in my own head.

duet - inspired by mango-like breasts

"now. now, i can see you fly"

"fly. float. glide. the sea swims in me"

"oh, i see the sea too, skulking in your radiant pink stomach"

"breasts bare after so long. watch them breathe."

"like mangoes slumbering with delight. see a slow falling leaf"

"a slow dying leaf. slowly fills life in me."

"i can see you breathe now, your breasts waking with a lazy glee

look at me now, floating into your dreaming eyes"

"my fingers dream up your touch. memory coats a layer over me."

"i will peel it through your skin and brush over"

"you will when you can. for now, distances hover."

"i will slice them with my violence, the distances of lovers"

"i stand firm between the moon and the water.

i, without my lover, they, without each other."

"you have let me die on slow hover, a flash of a quiver. never forgetting"

"in memory, i ache. in absences, you linger."

aayush

ayushma

with love, we're both that way

quick to fall in

quick to fall out

friend

when you smile

i can feel the warmth spread across my face.

keep your soul curling;

you're the flexibility in my diamond.

multitasker

in this life

i juggle the moon and the mobile phone

as i try to negotiate

a space for silence

in a world that runs on commands that ring

new moon

a new moon is looking for new things in the same old womb

ugly

if I'd known you were going to grace my wall

I would have scrawled

something better, you know.

asking for forgiveness when you know not what you're doing

the end is near

the end is clear

we part

like broken ends of a single strand of hair we didn't care for in time. you know. when it would have mattered.

it is the end, my dear,

we are talking about the end here.

we grieve

we mope

we sulk

we weep

we skulk

we leave

the end i fear,

that end is here

my dear.

ill prepared, incapacitated, in denial,

we think of new beginnings.