Can't hold it like the water in most things substantial Can't behold it unless through the eyes of another just as afflicted Goes on...

One tiny planet orbing off a star puny in some nondescript nook of an average galaxy Just one among the countless that remain beyond...

Heap of sand scooped off some dune distant that'd have blinded me in an instant Now sits in the mirror showing me what I otherwise...

No unslept nights, not days spent tossing between sunrise and sunset No unmet longings raising hopes higher than mountains borne of...

There is a world where a chair gets to be a table and the table gets to recline in poses impossible Sofa can snore and stairs go nowhere...

No striped mourning for tiger's untimely death No stately funeral for lion's last breath No eulogies long and foxy for the tale of sour...

Move over wars, famines Give way heartaches, longings Clear the clutter, oh, returning memories Stand aside diet, exercise Stay on hold...

Open eyes invitation to explore Eyes closed stillness all-encompassing A silent blink is all there is fluttering between death and life

Too big a bait to net a fish too small Too big a sky to frame a canopy Peering down a scope or lover's eyes, mysteries stay veiled Of...

"How do we fly?" asked he. His toddler-eyes betraying no signs of disbelief. I liked the possibility inherent to "how" than the...

It knocked on my doors besseched me long to explore The raft of wonder almost took me to the shore Until I drowned the possibility with...

Ambitions tall, yearnings sincere strife put in, no sweat spared Yet I was, squarely deceived Horizons kept receding further and more...

Colours more varied I carry within the hues of my being More random, much vivid than you'll find on an artist's palette or painted across...

An assured curtain befalling each sight Not a crevice spared No nook left unreached Taking with it all perfunctories, pretence all things...

He doesn't write poems. Doesn't write anything for that matter. He beholds the sunrise in as much awe as I do and appears just as wistful...

Distraught over uncertainty 'it' implied 'if' decided to find hope at 'once' stumbling upon 'only' that showed 'it' the way to the abode...

By the edge of my bed, standing all night In the corner of my comfort, neatly tucked Peering over my shoulders as I feigned being...

Seems like last birth seems like only yesterday A reason I die each night and am born every morning again To live each day as new as it...

In the borderless space beyond eye's reach In the boundless void behind closed eyes From one to the other end of the cosmos If we were to...

Too dark, too cold leaving light out of breath Too rotund, out of shape despite moving ceaseless Too self-centred, spinning about self in...