Like Sand and Waves


Like Sand and Waves


Back and forth

like the waves which uncover my feet

in the sand buried deep

like my soul,

back and forth

you uncover my love

and my cravings like sand

washed away

to expose who I am

a naked soul of a man-

Back and forth

you will come in the night

and I take you to bed

staying stuck in my head

while the attraction you fight

back and forth

holding on to your fears

when your love like the sand

grain by grain disappears-


“It’s not worth it to build castles on the sand if they get destroyed by the waves of reality.”

― Mladen Đorđević


In Passing


In Passing


Do not fade

into the what could have been,

seeds wilted in the stagnation of a drought

after the passing storm, my skin

knowing your touch so well, without,

a deserted vastness of this empty space.

Do not forget

a soul feeds from attention

when hungrily seeking redemption

from sins of flesh, mea culpa,

in blindness seeking to say

how I needed you

delicately wrapped in lace

under sheets sustaining desires.

Do not go alone

into the unknowns of time,

when love so little requires

and a flicker of light

will burn bright

into the dark tomorrows.

Could you imagine me as yours?

I wonder how you see me inside

your guarded thoughts,

a touch you kindly hide

while in dreams alone

will always see you as mine-


“The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.”

― Jenim Dibie





Every sound diluted

inundates my heart in a kaleidoscopic

flow of emotions, mesmerized

I feel your voice deeply rooted,

inside, quakes of pleasure crumbles

these walls, and I memorized

every intonation on my skin-

Would you touch and replay

these memories?

Your hands to follow the sounds

grooved on my surface,

to make me spin

into your passion, a disarray

of emotions dancing

to a tune you play so well-


“In search of that beat that my heart skipped when I first saw your beautiful soul…”

― Evy Michaels

Like a Skin


Like a Skin


How I am to feed this longing that grows

as I’m waiting for emotions to fade, to shed

this new skin you bred all around me-

And I feel it itching at night in my bed

with your heat burning long

in those places your love does belong

but forgotten for fear of the storms

that may come if we choose to let be

what was meant to become-

And I touched you, still I will do if I need

of this drug which I crave, and you are

like a skin with a longing I feed

while I’m waiting for life to dissolve

so I may find you again

in a place not so far if we evolve

and transform-

But for now, what to do with this skin

that you bred all around me?


“How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”

― Sylvia Plath

Something goes


Something goes


Something goes with the wind

when it blows by my door,

and it strips all my love to the core

leaving pieces of her-

Something goes with the moon

when I sing by her light

about loving so deep, and I write

on her beams

with the ink of my dreams

and when gone,

something goes out of sight-

Something goes in the waves

when it kisses my hand

and erases a name on the sand

while it washes away

my leftover craves.

Something goes when she goes

taking pieces of me-


“I Think it is lost…..but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .

The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires

shall duly flame again.”

― Walt Whitman






Where do I end and you begin-

An overflow of thoughts running down stream

to a river of longing

for your love and a moment I dream

quietly alone-

But this shell I hold with disdain

and this life I never proclaim

to be mine, I would offer to you

if I could somehow catch

but a glimpse of your soul,

If I could hold you close

and feel my heart,

which I gave you to hold

but you took

and now beats in your chest

next to yours-


“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart”

― Helen Keller







in the trillion cells across your body

you define and forge what I am,

in your thoughts, in your heart

like a ghost taking shape-

And how do I define you

my gone dreams butterfly,

spreading wings far

for you cannot be a cocoon again

once you learned to fly.

You are a voice, a gate

to all the wishes that men

quietly throw to the wind,

you are the words

I wished to scribbled within

to keep locked inside

warming my coldest winter-

You are mine,

alone I can hold you forever

in my skin, where you hide

to become but a dream,

only I can define-


“I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.”

― Avijeet Das