A thorough cleansing was required. It has finally happened. I am glad. Now for the real.

"On that occasion, Ulises didn't have to ask anyone where Erendira was. He crossed the desert hiding in passing trucks, stealing to eat and sleep and and stealing many times for the pure pleasure of the risk until he found the tent in another seaside town which he glass buildings gave the look of an illuminated city and where resounded the nocturnal farewells of ships weighing anchor for the island of Aruba."


You are singing today, your curls damp and slightly tousled, your glasses down, your crisp shirt handpicked lovingly. Crossing many streets, drenched to the skin, murmuring to herself your ballads, your words on a sunny afternoon, she dreamed of days when the old fan groaned its protests and we chanted aloud, or dissected Viola's love speech unceremoniously into a million scribbles. The warmth was inevitable then, as the world seemed more approachable, anything seemed achievable, and the intense, intense hunger to devour more words stayed. Now there's only a mouthful of the mournful sky to swallow. 

I treaded on a flower, apologised profusely, picked it up and tucked it behind my ears. The delicious smell of winter landed on my nose.


I sit in darkness, watching festive insects clambering insanely towards a terrible crescendo under the new white street light.
I blink, and trace the spiral pattern with my fingers, guilty because I lied. It ate me up, the lie. i could feel pain, and even cried a little bit.
That night, I  craved revulsion but under the muted light of the lamp, i betrayed myself.


Nurturing a steady headache, i ignore your warmth and as the earth slowly dies around me,
 I walk under the whispering leaves, switching off lights in my mind.

I worry I worry I worry and I come back to the same point same story.

Lights bounce off the walls, tussar scarves burn, music throbs inside every brain

We laugh, we gesticulate, and spiral webs form on my feet, as they stare at you

-and wonder why

We drink and clap and stare at the walls, happiness in every pore

In the sweet morning light, we make love, out of breath,

Capture heartbeats, capture eyelids

And sleep.

this time.. this strange misty time between the advent of night and the departure of day never fails to enchant me.. like a whisper it descends on my hair.. like a dream it settles around me.. gently pulsating in its amber smoky beauty..and i can only reflect endlessly, nurturing a similar dream within, craning my aching head to look out  , and watch the colours on the water body, as the first fireflies start clustering around and time suspends itself around the trees...