Desire

At night we can see time move

Languidly like a cat along the street,

The eyes follow the occasional vehicle

Till the taillights vanish round the corner,

Desire sometimes takes bizarre forms

Seeks to live other lives along with this

Feel the pulse of life inhabiting new skins

Look at the sky, moon through other eyes

Stand in the wind, be shaken as trees

Walk through the dreams of strangers

Who wake up early to talk to the universe

When it is not clear if it ever listens to us,

Sometimes we want to die before we die

Come back to tell the world we do not die.

Petrichor

During the rain break I hear the infant

Next door speak the language of cats

I have not seen its face or eyes or smile

Neighbours have to hide their newborns,

Till they are robust enough for outdoors

May the bundle of joy grow up to see

A world where touch or sight won't taint

And dreams don't have to be suicidal ----

Between chores I come to the window

To see if the drizzle has started again

A cloud the colour of snow rears up like

A revelation, catches the sun on its head

Turns dazzling white, holds its pose ----

It is wise to befriend the nonverbal

The sky, the petrichor and downpour 

Even the silent deity that speaks in dreams.

Movement

The stars are moving away

From the moving clouds,

All movement mesmerises

Stillness too if it is the sky

Or mind when no thought arises,

The stork is a study as it awaits

The chosen fish at its feet

Movement could be death

Stillness could be death too

When the predator is too close,

Time is predator and prey

Movement is distance, is time

How far is the same as how long

We find ourselves in the same place

Did we move at all or chose to be still?