Soul dance

I wear your musk
Your dimples dig into mine

In that hum hidden from world
Revealed in heart
You don't want to capture
The moment
Frame the picture

You just let
Life flow from
The hideouts of humming birds

MUMBAI

Pigeons will still fly
In that sea breeze
My hand will still hold you from the waist
I will still drop you at that Yari Road flat
Love will still ride us
In that Andheri fast local
I would still want to be kissed
In this sweat, grime, gunfire of Mumbai

NOTHING MUCH HAPPENED WHILE YOU WERE ASLEEP

While you were asleep
A chrysanthemum bloomed
Not in lines with time, season
or the order of the flowerbeds

I knocked at our ancestral dream
And found the doors locked
And silence swept me ashore
In fading memory
In blur of our being
I clung to a name

Nothing much happened
While you were asleep
Except the waiting
And the rediscovered warmth
Of wooly reassurance

Another chrysanthemum
Randomly

BODY OF HURT

I become your body of hurt
I become your substance of abuse
I become the animal of your instinct
I become the thumri of your choked throat
I become the casualty of desire
I become the storm in your eye
I become the thorn of your spur
I become the bad of your blood

You remain the silence of my prayers