To You Under The Blanket

As you close your eyes and drift to slumber
our bodies conjoined together
naked skin emitting warmth
trapped in the locks of limbs
your head on my chest
Do you feel the rhythm --
of my heartbeat?
Do you feel my caress
leaving no parts
untouched?
Do you feel my tongue swirling
in your mouth
eager to savour every taste
of you?

Darkness lets me see you clearly
your shape
the silkiness your hair
every contour
the ridges, the valleys, the mountains
the stream of life running

You will stir
aware of the intrusions
yes, be conscious!
feel every sensation
jolts of impulse firing

You will retaliate
snuggling until
there is no distance between us
in the brief moment
two become one

You will
We will
Only if
If only
you are not
the hollow space under the blanket

From The Inside of Shell of Taciturnity

A face, many faces
Voices, noises
animated conversations
Holding silence, clasping hands
closing mouth and heart
Feeling cold, rubbing hands

You sat beside me
saying nothing
Passive that I am
waiting for initiation
that never came
I thought about
Me exuding frigidity
You needing help no more
You being pressurised
Now sitting there in obligation

The shell almost cracked
but it didn't break

When will I ever hatch?

The Construction Site

Morning devotion:
About nearby construction site
slowly towering, gaining height, growing under the crane
been years
But it stopped.
The crane stopped moving, the construction halted
The monument standing in glory and silence
Is the fund not enough -
Are the workers on strike -
The contractor went bankrupt -
Ought to be, ought to be.
Apathy, slightly disdain-tinged
(Waste of resources, poor-planned...)
- Wait -
What if the progress continues inside?
No manifestation outside
but developing nonetheless

People judge by appearance
not heart
People see Goliath
not David
The magnificence of one's heart
is not readily at sight
obscured by the outside
Judging a book by its cover
is not getting very far
For it is the heart
that matters most.

Refrigerator

[hmmm...]Sitting down
[hmmm...]seeking a night breeze
[hmmm...]here
[hmmm...]was a sweaty night
[hmmm...]with stuffy feeling in the air
[hmmm...]though not bad the quietness
[hmmm...]taking out a cold drink
[hmmm...]the sensation rushed in
[hmmm...]on the parched throat
[hmmm...]river flows on the Sahara
[hmmm...]Mind still
[hmmm...]being sorted out
[hmmm...]Considering
[hmmm...]Like those sudden moments
[hmmm...]when you are wondering
[hmmm...]why?
[hmmm...]what?
[hmmm...]who?
[hmmm...]am I here. am I doing. Am I really.
[hmmm...]no answer -as usual-
[hmmm...]like a spiral without end
[hmmm...]the train of thought
[hmmm...]continued nonetheless
[hmmm...]On and on
[hmmm...]and on
[hmmm...]for a while
[hmmm...]
[hmmm...]drowning --
[hmmm...]in the sea of thought
[hmmm...]
[hmmm...]
[Stop.] At that moment
I realise
that the silence is an illusion
The constant humming
had been there all along
droning in a monotone
now it's resting
till it repeats its chorus again

Has my life
been a drone?
Is the picture
a monochrome?
And would stop occasionally
to repeat the same monotony-
again and again and again?

Or is life
a take-for-granted?
that when it will have stopped
then the loss
will come rushing in
seep into hearts
of family, friends
acquaintances even
perhaps
depends on the life led itself
was it a good one
was it a bad one-

Whichever it is
I learn something
My life
would not be a repetition
not a monochrome nor a monotony
So that when
I stop humming
there would be no regrets

...

The peace now
seems real
though there may be
other hummings
I'm still oblivious of

A sweaty night, a stuffy air
Now back to sleep

Dream

Hero king warrior --
fantasticality.
Airy-fairy kind
or The same --
ordinaricality.
Alternate world
maybe Strangeness of circumstances --
Freudian symbolicality.
Interpretation please
Nevertheless It's
Surreality, phantasmagoricality
-- At-the-moment Reality
Then the alarm rings, congeniality
Thoughts come rushing in
Rationality, reasonability
Welcome back to reality