october crackles its’ warmth during
the nights. the streetlights illuminate...

and you -
where light was bountiful...

eyes that only dream of you,
bore holes in others searching...

“Blood marbles the sky”, you say quietly...
I peek at the evening sky, a dramatic red...

winter begets silence as the sparrows
struggle for warmth, the slowly-dying...

trembling hands.
i breathe in deeply...

excavated childhood memories, i handle
them with care, reminding myself to hold...

i first saw you, trapped in the bosom of a poem
written in sanskrit – archaic in the sense, an...

with every step you take,
my heart beats faster...

to the man who chased after eternity –
foolishly, i follow in your footsteps...

colliding ideologies
contradict the two of us...

“your clavicle is the horizon
I always swim towards...