(N)otes from Above the Ground

Bathing at midnight on a night like this
When the cat lies curled up in the quilt
The fog that enters all but the mind
Myriad musings trapped in time
And life that has upset itself over a rhyme.


Dear Delhi

On a dark winter night I met you again,

While waiting for silent dreams to unfold,

We found the words to hang on a string,

You knelt and made promises of gold.


We fought like lovers, discarded memories like friends

Till fate drew swords and made life its prey.


I planned an escape from your confounding ties

You veiled the truth under a jealous sky

The spell cast shadows on twisted stone

Caged tales grew wings that never learned to fly.


You now smell of rain and scattered suns,

Of guilty secrets in crowded trunks.

We share the remains of borrowed time

creating new threads for a forgotten rhyme.