I miss your footsteps On my threshold That dent on your forehead Your baritone Your eyes saying "I should be going now" I miss your absense Within my presence

I walk that extra mile To arrive To reach out to myself Deep within that Effort to strive.

If there were words Meant to express What i feel the need to say If there were words That could speak my mind If there were words That could cry my heart out If there were words Not uttered ever I could fill my bosom with Words that spelt Presence in absence With each...

A moon beam rides across my window To fall straight ahead on the curve of the road Night sings a lullaby and my feet skirt through thin air The name written on my lips echoes through these plains A story emerges out of my heart to claim fingers once again This quiet...

I lie down with my arms around me I claim my body to be mine alone all the time listening to it's every cell ordering me to keep shut to listen to a wail that sheds tears on my neat pillow I slap my heart for violating me caress my mind to bring it in line I switch to...

when the Sun shines through the morning clouds I swipe my forehead off all the nightmares of the night with my hands folded I stretch my core open in prayer seek alms from the hours of sluggish turmoil my bed  made of fur enables me to keep awake through those...

slogans of these triumphant lost battles cry out aloud at my threshold I sit typing my tears and the peacocks strutter in the garden filled bloomed with  fantasies rolls and rolls of freshly starched fabric dance at their fingers they chose the colors and the texture...

they measure years in the grey of hair tyres at the waisteline dark circles under eyes cut of the torusers bulge at the bosom in blouse   they measure passion in the colours brushed on cheeks blued eyelashes pencil kohled eyes lined and filled lips  ...

While my wings flap Clipped they hang around My roots grope For more ground Around my feet I listen to the songs of future Filtering through the crevices My fingers have forgotten to write They hammer on the keyboard Frozen words trapped Within liquid emotions.

I herald the change in me weather keeps pace writing on leaves sprinkled till the far end of my horizon   I write another fragrant sentence scent of these words fills my bosom   I fit my feet into shoes made from dried petals I walk on clouds be it ninth or...