Bugster ;)

If I walk away,

you scuttle towards me.

If i sidestep you,

you wiggle walk to

the nearest part of me.

If I walk towards you,

you scuttle into me

like greased lightening!

The bigger you are,

the more stupid you behave!

The friskier you are

the more erratic I behave.

Heyyy lil bugster -

Just remember;

ONE well-timed aim

from my Bata chappal

and History will mark you

as part of the archaelogical

findings in my home!!

DAMN YOU to hell

and back

YOU silly little

little silly Cockroach!!

;)))

Split wide open

Up down
Inside out
Outside up
and
Inside down

Is the way
we go around
and round
and around again
this used thing
called
gravity zero
Love Love
Love.

Confused
Conflicted
Slither back up
and feeling
dim witted
I look
right back
just one
more peek
When
I am arrested
by your
look alike
Love
in parts
afflicted
but
on the whole
twisted.

Can i just say
I am taken aback
by the way
you say
you do
do you
Love me,

when honestly
I hate
hate hate
the way
I'm supposed
to love you
Split wide open
in reflecting
your tainted
Love back

back

back.

Cranberry cellophane

Drifting

Silver fog

licking my window pane
in shimmery slithers
recall languid murmers of
cranberry hued cellophane
in liquid crystal symphony

reflecting

jumbled murmurs of a
seductive We
in intangible moments of
melting fiery symmetry.

I remember Us
burnishing
a brilliance of Love
so white
it swallowed;
consumed me
in its blistering bright.

His sea like intensity
enclosing me in shades
of aqua blue luminosity

yet compelling me

into rooms
of strange mediocrity
whenever I tried
to sift through
his need
for a desperate
uncertain profanity.

I am hungry
for my sanity
hellbent on seeking
an inarticulate
reticency

when all of a sudden
i realize
that the funniest thing
he never said

was
just how much

He still loves me.

Proximations of Yes and No

I say Yes
You say No
Here we go
An indifferent So.

Lets face it
We could not face it
When I said No
and you heard ... Go.

We know
what we had known
without knowing
where it could flow.

But...
Its not the same know
I think you think
I know
or the same know
You think I think
I know

And yet we knew
Its a know that
makes a lifetime
of knowing;
a mere second
in a Soul travellor's
existential telling.

Its a know
that had too much
Implosive impulsion;
a short circuit
in spontaneous
self-explosion
in shooting stars
of I you retribution.

Let's just
Just face it.

We could,
could not fake it.
Fake it
and Be.

Any more.