Wednesday, June 7, 2017


I am starting to engage in conversations with imaginary me
slight deviant in nature,
being stretched along miles, this plastic brain
unconscious of my own presence
tells me, you should run
and maybe fly and jump outside the earth -
Is that even possible?
It calls to me again, rubs my face with its chilly hands
where do I go now, what do I do?
The numbness is free,
as frivolous as it gets,
I cannot hold myself down

Counting the atoms to the precise number
a shrill voice in vacuum dissolves us
all down into what sand we are
It is stunningly liberating.
Where do I go now, what do I do?

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Fools in love

Wish I could bake your heart 
and eat it

Why do the world calls lovers ridiculous,
maybe rightly so
but why?

don't forgive, don't get a tattoo
don't be passionate
just get me rosa centifolia 
for the rest of your life

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Dead in trains

Such a rush 
to scrape my presence off the highway,
highway so calm, refusing,
choosing me over that crew 

accept your shame
while I ride my train in peace,
sitting there quite irresistible
don't come over here, don't make me look into your eyes
your heart is maligned
so much so it reeks of dead
but the dead does not care
just like I don't.

Friday, March 31, 2017

Champagne Supernova

Can't remember the last time I danced
but I'm drinking tonight,
drinking to the sight of a free sky --

Who thought I could look at the sky from my window

All these girls missing the sight of all these boys
when will the pain end?

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Fish man

There's a man who would not look into my eyes
he would walk past my gaze
a little shy, maybe suspicious
turning back, looking at me slyly 
through the corner of his eyes
once, just once
and twice and that's it

Finally he listens to me and finally he is talking,
sign of a comforting second
tells me about his love for fishes
some names who will remember,
not me of course
I like the water lilies better,
screw their scientific names though
doesn't he agree?

We drank to our compliments
almost every night a week once,
opening champagne like monkeys,
drinking cheap wine like drunkards
There's something about his eyes though,
would travel through the sun every time
but look at me
Nothing sweeter than a shy man,
aren't you kind to me?
too kind?

Would you walk into our thick trees when I am away -
hold yourself down into one of those drenches
while no one's looking
sleep the night away and don't be afraid
there's nostalgia and despair and absurdity of everything
and in the morning wake up 
as fresh as you want to be.

For Shurjo

Wednesday, January 4, 2017


I'm sitting here as if there's no way outside these walls but I'm not here. 
I can see you around me, throwing yourself on me. Your words which are most of the times flattery, I laugh when I think about them, so once in a while when you hold me when I least expect, you make my life tremendously complete. 

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Overfriendly dreams

Almost midnight child
time to choose your dream,
enter the disco walls
prepare yourself to show off to the self-satisfied
gentlemen and ladies,
sweetly walk to the edge of the dream,
look beyond, it's the golden sand,
toss it into the eyes of the men,
spare the ladies
but they are watching you closely
frothing at their mouths
did they distract you
move on,
you have a cruel night to pass

do you like sailors and the ocean?
the ship is waiting to take us
to another world
climb on to this one now
the ladies are long gone,
start over,
a pensive, melancholic music wrapping us
into its covers
head spinning into a blinding light
we give birth to a city,
another world 
but we are still running
as we have always been,
haunted by the sickness of life,
pulled in and out, the fuzzy palace 
of sheer madness,
the smog of boredom,
over-educated brain,
mean children,
none of the puzzles fall into line

we move on to another dream.