Swalaat

This morning,
I listen to this blood breathing peace,
in these veins—
I wear prayers.

Because

This morning's silence
I write a wordless requiem
to dead dreams
and deferred hopes.

Expeditionism

Dive in and rise slowly
to be on a journey,
exploring the oceans of reasonings.

Dreamcatcher

A dream
caught between feathers and beads
reminiscence foretold.

Delhi

The cold is its own cave.
The dream pops and crackles,
rapidly cooling after I leave it.
I close my eyes and it's dew in a cavern.

A jar full of ribbons;
shreds of her colours
cut from his soul,
released to the wind
flying
showing her the way.

In the dappled light
There's a change in direction;
Refractions of me.