october crackles its’ warmth during
the nights. the streetlights illuminate...

winter begets silence as the sparrows
struggle for warmth, the slowly-dying...

“Blood marbles the sky”, you say quietly...
I peek at the evening sky, a dramatic red...

and you -
where light was bountiful...

eyes that only dream of you,
bore holes in others searching...

i first saw you, trapped in the bosom of a poem
written in sanskrit – archaic in the sense, an...

excavated childhood memories, i handle
them with care, reminding myself to hold...

trembling hands.
i breathe in deeply...

“your clavicle is the horizon
I always swim towards...

Shall we feast on the carousel of words that
I will prepare in your honour, tonight...

with every step you take,
my heart beats faster...

Honeyed words pour out in a continuous
stream onto your collar bones, the horizon...