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Friday, 31 July 2015

Love in the Time of Camera

Your casual look - 
And my eyes break like cheap crockery.

In Love
Most often
You need to think hard -
Face, hands, eyes, hair...
It's not easy to remember your beloved.

Monday, 27 July 2015


If you were a book
I’d title you
A glossary of unknown loves
And hide you deep somewhere
Within the library of my emotions.

Friday, 24 July 2015

Moral Policing


And when
They couldn't find me
They took all my finger prints
From your skin away.


Forget poetry!
I actually reside inside my beloved now
Call it love if you want

I'm just afraid of moral policing.

Monday, 20 July 2015


Life keeps digging in me
An abyss
Too deep for anything to climb up.

I am too steep in myself.

Sunday, 5 July 2015


Without you 
I'm like an overused cheap soap
Withering away 
In the washrooms of other bodies
Silently weaving
The foam of separation.