Intermittent. Everything in life is intermittent. I wanna feel high all the time. I wanna feel like I’m living nice all the time. But everything is intermittent. Everyone just sleeps at night or stays primarily quiet during the day thinking amongst themselves like lunatics. The highs that we feel together lasts only a few seconds, then during these intermittent times, we recall them, over and over again; artificially making the highs seem much longer than they really were. The highs suddenly become much higher than they really were. Our memories falsely recalls the past as if it was full of highs. We don’t remember that the past was, in fact, mostly intermittent. Just like it is now.
We lie in a room surrounded by our close ones during these intermittent times. We’re quiet next to each other and too busy thinking about the few second highs.
We’re just zombies waiting to wake up, waiting to feel the next high; while we’re bound like prisoners to our decaying bodies, ticking with the clock, during long intermittent times.



Ice storm

Your body, collide with me;
Shattered zillion pieces of
Sharp crystals…
And smoking ice.
Pulverized snow
Scratched underneath fingernails
The core marbled lattice
That’s numb and blazing
Stinging, arid
Never melting,
Sticking and breaking.
The weight of our solid embrace
The gravity, uncompromisable.
Raining sleet
While the world freezes,
Freezer burn
Between our strike


Night cloud

Tonight I turn to the stars, faceless,
Turn into night clouds, grey and transparent, rolling over the skies like a mystic.
Tonight I stand atop the hill, slouched like an empty bowl, alone and crazy
like a silent maniac
While thunderstorms cut across
And the grey seas snatch with temper
Angry at me
While I stand mute
Wordless, thoughtless, and unable to make sense
As the world tumbles over and the end nears
Awaiting an answer
From a faceless, coreless, puff of air.


Dinner conversation

I wanna open up to a girl one hundred percent, show her all my vulnerabilities and love her like there’s no tomorrow, he said.

I’m right here, she said.

I wanna hold her and focus on her face, kiss her, fall asleep next to her, caress her hair, hold her again and rock with her, body to body, motion to motion in a repetitive fashion for days and nights on end.

I’m right here, she said.

I want to fall in love completely, as if I’m bungee jumping off a cliff into a continuous free fall forever, and give her my everything; every inch of my palpitating soul, every inch of my generous, sensual, tangible warm body.

I’m right here, she said.

I need a girl who loves without limits, who matches my passion, my zeal, my sensitivities, my pain; who wants to touch me and hold me, love me and cry with me, who looks at me in the eyes and sees nothing else, who feels my burn and feels nothing else.

I’m right here, she said.

“Ready to go home?” He finally spoke as he looked up from his phone at the dinner table.
“Yep” she replied as she grabbed her purse, before they headed their separate ways.


Chari चरी (Bird)

Oh sweet bird, you who flies across from my house to his
You are so high above, I wanna touch and pet you
But you hurt me so, as you fly towards the rainbow
always out of my reach.
You cut me deep, each time you flutter away in dreams
And I’m left dying with agony
unable to breathe,
helplessly crying on the balcony
While you flutter away, above me