Yesterday, Today... Tomorrow.

I might not
Crave so much to die
or even
Strive so much to live

IF
You - 'the tempting tomorrow' werent
OR
Me - 'the today', would've been less greedy
AND
She - 'the yesterday' wouldn't be a sexy addiction

But that's it how it is
All because she came between us
the haggereing 'she' who kept eating between 'you' and 'me'

Till the blasting coercion
When all exploded
In blood and flesh
A sweatful mesh
Morals maimed
Wishes nailed

..And still I'm afraid
I might crave so much to die
..and yet, survive to live

Season is Seasonal

Season is Seasonal
The elliptical orbit
Unaware where revolution initiates
In the heat waves or the biting frost?

Season is Seasonal
The deciduous
Uninformed caught between- the fall season and the tender foliage

Season is Seasonal
The perinneal riverine
Wonders its meanders through its deiminishing and overflowing quantum

Season is Seasonal
The tadpole surprised
With its auricualr metamorphosis

Season is Seasonal
The solitary reaper
Bewildered at the camouflaging sky

Season Seasonal though
OR
Rythmically Perinneal

Ages all
Seniles the conifers
Wrinkles the landscape
Exhausts the estuary
Retires the aves
...Fossilates the rumbling wind

The Mock-Knock

I await that knock
For that faceless face

the KNOCK
Which beats soft on the door
..and hard on the bosom

the KNOCK
In which I sense your wet lips
In which I gaze through your eyes

the KNOCK,
Which reminds the last time you came
the KNOCK
Which reiterates the prolonged longing
the KNOCK
Which whispers to meet my frozen emotions
the KNOCK
Which shatters the multitudes of my shelled silence

the KNOCK
Which knocks me off once again
...and MOCKS
For I was dreaming again..