Koregaon Park

Ten o'clock. A light buzz

rings through my head:

Love flows through seven lanes.

Love - it's dead.

Have you turned in?

I woke you up
to show you how
I've turned out.

A Short Night We'll Make Of It

Feed me to your
mind's curious touch
and let this idiot distance
between us crumble.

Your smile is a hand held back.
My game is a placebo.

My Way

I wish it away.
I wish it would stay.

Fun

It's almost laughable
that love, or anything like it,
should've made us
hold hands, share books,
see eye to eye, converse
and beguile each other
in general.

I think we're done.
It's not much fun.

Soar

Fill me up, vacant

hour. This lonely plain is

promised land. Here lie

primitive sorrows in wait.

When all is lost and

all gained, torch this soul

and let me soar.

Road Trip

And so, my brothers,
we will grab
Fantasy by her hips
and bring to life
her softest thought.

This, then, is our resolution.

Clever Men In Search Of Love

Presently they were found, dead-in-motion.

In their ugly moment of defeat

they had, perhaps, tried recoiling

from the horror of it all.

I could have told them they didn't stand a chance.

The Story So Far

Death by midriffs,
Resurrection by duty.