Until the End


Until the End


Until the day I die

the farthest stars will always pull

my need for rhymes,

my need for love so many times

will stab my heart

and I a fool

will follow ‘til I break apart,

my eyes will rise

and look above the brightest light

and then again

like foolish men

I’ll follow blind-


July 2018

“The brain becomes illogical, in the throes of new romance.”

― Abhijit Naskar


If Love Forgets


If Love Forgets


What’s underneath a look, a smile?

She likes me, she likes me not…

I am someone that love forgot

but her, she may remember

how soft a kiss, the trembling feel

across my chest of tender hands-

I listened close, her tempting lips

would shape the words

that tasted sweet of foreign lands

and I a fool could not conceal

the crawling feel of hidden wants-

But all shall pass, or maybe stay…

I wonder how she thinks of me

if how I am becomes so real

and we get lost in cadence sway

of hearts in need of love and play-

She likes me, she likes me not…

I am someone that love forgot.


“Well, now

If little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you

Little by little

If suddenly you forget me

Do not look for me

For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life

And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots


That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms

And my roots will set off to seek another land”

― Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems






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