Face

''When was the last time you felt the rains?''

And she didn't stop to give a reply..

It was raining heavily;

I remember the panic room,

Clowns bargaining on the flesh and sweat;

Red, clumsy walls closing; so close; too close;

And the breasts awaiting the acoustics..

The known faces hiding an innocent smile and

When the drizzles were oozing like blood,

Blood started outshining the rivulets

And the flow flushing us away to the door -

Prologues of free smile, free soul and free rains..

I don't know whether I will be edging the

Denouement or perhaps the

Story hasn't ended, though I will not wait

For the rains to stop; the peacock is still dancing;

It is raining heavily.

An ode to a friend:

Beats and drums rested unheard, when…
You bought the Christ
You looked and winked
You stopped and vaporized…

Poems had never been the same, when…
Profligates raped you and
Gonads went asleep after the rains
You looked and smiled
You stopped and died…

So nights are easy now days, when…
I sleep and think of the cans
Emptied cans and a shoulder’s fatigue
Running glass down the rachis
Someplace else…
I looked and laughed
I stopped and cried…