Friday, November 29, 2013


In the scorching
if i want the 
vermilion dusky lips,
sitting on a wooden chair,
if i say,
" i want to be the godavari,
give me all your waves,
keeping your ripples hidden,"
when i stretch my hands,
offer me please
your mediterranean

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Fire fly

The fire fly

On the nomadic side of 
My Bedouin window pane
fire fly blinks,
Tranquility shines.

Inextinguishable melancholic 
Fire fly glows
In your starry starry eyes too

It is said,
a handful of fire fly
fulfills all ethereal wishes
crystallized desires
whispering secret

Some hungry poets desire
to get burnt in your eyes
where fire is insistent

Some desires
Get lost in some nowhere land
In some enchanting longing
In some dissolved dreams
In some excruciating pain
Broken into pieces