On Being Read To

Following the crests and troughs of your voice
Along a road unfamiliar
Yet wondrous,
I follow where you lead me.

Of Mergers and Apartness

So near, so far
So there, yet here, too

My chaos
Your calm
Your madness
My peace

Churn in a whirlpool of silence

Around and around
Ending where it began
Beginning where it just about ended

So us
So me and you again

So indistinguishably yours
So painfully othered

Merging in a striking blur of apartness
Joining in limb and soul

So near, so far
So there, yet here, too

Disembodied, yet part of you
Me, yet you, too.

Synapse

The start of another beginning before the end of an end
Upward and onward is the only way you go


In your smooth, synaptein existence
No jolts, no jerks, no possibility of a void


No stops,
Just an endless head-rushing ride


And as we come to the fag end of this one,
You begin to panic, but-


“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll just find something new.
That’s what you’ve always done, haven’t you?”

Bon Voyage- um, really?

Last night, while clearing up old texts on my old phone, I chanced upon the following:

Gushingly-in-love texts
Happy-two-day-anniversary-texts
Happy-new-year-from-both-of-us texts

Pop-the-question texts
Your-family-versus-my-family (read gurr...) texts
Let's-just-forget-about-the-whole-goddamn-thing texts
Pre-wedding tremors
Post-wedding thank-you's to friends


Thanks-for-making-the-bed texts
Remember-to-make-the-bed-please texts
How-hard-is-it-to-fuckin'-remember-to-make-the-bed? texts

Happy-one-year-anniversary texts
Sorry-I-forgot-our-two-year-anniversary texts


All in all, a frustratingly well-worth-it journey!

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Disembodied, yet part of you.

   Me, yet you, too.

-Conversations 'tween Chipmunks, Book 1.

Resonance

I don’t want my pieces mended
What comforts me is that you’ve been broken too

Jagged edges and blurred lines-
I’m a jigsaw of them all.
I don’t want the pieces to fit perfectly
What matters is they make sense to you

When shadows criss-cross all around us
What matters is you can still see through

And as we lie on a bed of splintered bits and shards
All that matters is that I lie here with you.

Finding Neverland

Perched amidst Saturnian rings

In our 'parallel' universe
Gathering, gulping
From the stream of souls

Till the gong sounds for back

And we continue to live the 'rest of our lives'
Much like an interlude
Of all-too-pretentious normalcy

Serendipity

Tonight
I shall leave it to Fate
To decide what comes up on my playlist

Let Mozart waft in
In Noor Jehan's wake
With Symphony no.23

While Pearl Jam
kicks it with Nusrat
In an all-too-delicious medley.

Ours

There's a place.

Where tear drops turn to morning dew
And long-clipped wings take flight.

And whistling between the sequined trees
The waltz of the blind transfixes the sieves.

Our thoughts hold hands and stay up all night
And we talk only in song.

I take up where you leave off
And we never, ever
Let go.

Alone on a Cloud With A Chipmunk

Up on a cloud of wonder
We danced, my Chipmunk and I
The breeze was light upon our faces
The stars- they were so nigh.
Surreal tales of magic
Were spun upon each sunbeam
Balanced on a drop of eternity
We lived as if in a dream.