Half a life...

away from the lover’s embrace
I live half a life

eating half the food
cooking half the meals
loving half myself

it is painful and lonesome

switching on half the lights
sleeping on one half of the bed
sleeping half and dreaming half
enjoying half the moments

smoking half a pack of cigarettes
having half a beer………

writing half poetry………

waiting for the complete moment

the complete embrace
a complete kiss
your complete touch
complete of all of you
your warmth......

to make us US.

Keeping it fresh

Don’t come near me,
I get sick by a slight touch
Touch of my mother’s embrace
Touch of my father’s love
Touch of my sister’s voice.
I am stabbed
And I want to keep it like that.
Nothing can change it
For it can never be the same,
You see
I like to keep my wounds fresh.

AWAY FROM YOU………..

it is holding me tight

the stillness of time
and the lethargy of life

nothing moves on its own

where are the robots of the 21st century?
when half the manual labour will be done away with

where is the ready made food?
in today's globalised India?

I seem to have lost it all
being on my own……..