Only That

How sweet it is, to feel your love
In your patronizing wishes
To find me a purpose
In your all-knowing maharshi

First cold hands, then warm you Soon sheets of macrolove Enveloped me and you Like a front that’s come in “You silly,” you said “It doesn’t die,” you said And now, fat raindrops Fall...

Got up in the morning, Still reeling from Night visions Awoke to a quiet home Empty kitchen New tigerwood floors Wistfully filled up my expectations Raising up my hopes Will she like them? Sixteen miles of Tehachapi...

Thus I crawl from one doorstep to another.
Waiting for the Death,
Hoping it will show up when I sleep.

A few of us came into this world
Ate, judged others, acquired indifference

I know someone
Who craves for a touch of my hand
For the sound of my voice