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

Wishful Star


Wishful Star


High above the clouds

you are my wishful star

where my wishes wait

like a winter seed

begging for your spring-

Could I wish for more

than the words you unravel

on my thirsty tongue?

For you I will travel

to that secret place

where gone wishes are

and would gather some

in your heart to pour

so I could wish for more

than a wishful star-


“Wishing, like sipping a glass of punch, or pulling aside a bearskin rug in order to access a hidden trapdoor in the floor, is merely a quiet way to spend one’s time before the candles are extinguished on one’s birthday cake.”

― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid

Of Love and Rhyme


Of Love and Rhyme


What we create in need

of something real

beyond this flesh engraved,

on skin we crave

we scratch and peel

to expose what’s underneath-

I take and feed

this starving soul

with glimpses kindly spared

of who you are

and come to love you bared

your thoughts the shape

I embrace at night.

But what if all be done

one day when scared

of fragile things to break,

and we rewrite

this scrip that cannot last-

Therefore, it will collapse

one day in time

this universe created

of light from love and rhyme.


“Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back. I’m going to help you forgive the things that you won’t let yourself forget.”

― Jennifer Elisabeth





Whispering your name

on butterflies wings my thoughts fly

through a dusty window-

And what is it you became

since that first word kissed by your hands

found its way to this weary heart?

I dream of you

my precious unfulfilled wish,

pendent desires looking for a home

in faraway lands

where your smile feeds my streams

of loose emotions-

Will you think of me tonight?

Concealed dreams

finding a way to your pillow

with restless hands

fantasizing a touch to ignite

on your skin small implosions,

while your lips quietly tremble

whispering my name-


“I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.”

― Jeanette Winterson





You flourish,

petals open softly at night

welcoming desires I scribble under eyelids

heavily dragging  dreams close to midnight-

And I hold on to whatever is that incite

my mind to shape these mirrors reflecting

the amazing you I crave to know,

discovering the intricacies infecting

my cells with this longing

that suffocates in my bed-

Would you dream of me this once?

Allow me to find shelter for my wants

in those places you set apart

for those who touched your soul

while I sift through words

to find you, belonging

within the walls of my heart-


“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.”

― Blaise Pascal

Frost and Fire


Frost and Fire


And then I wonder

how it is possible you are like snow

but burn much hotter

than what I’m made

of sand and sun,

to adore the flakes of winter storms

and radiate light that shifts and forms

my salty dreams

of pale white skin-

And how you hold a winter heart

that doesn’t melt with all the heat

burning within,

and then I wonder,

if we are extremes

and our lives so far apart

why do I seek a northern star

to shine on me the brightest light,

and crave your lips of crimson red

to burn a path where winter meets

my summer wants across my bed-


“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”

― John Steinbeck