Of you and tiny rooms  where dripping taps  curate yearning museums  beside the kitchen sink     Of ellipses...eclipse of rain behind madness,   we rise as sunrise  saluting never-ending noon,  what lies beyond was the moon   underneath blankets, undressing    Of you and travelling in (f)light  literary terrorists aboard fighter...

It was the late summer of Lady Di mourning  and in my own underpass, I died thrice    Tina slit my heart’s throat  palpitating dying breaths inside our wreckage  and bringing her latest lover to the funeral    Too far, too fast, too fierce  who unbuckled the belt to halt train’s speed?  Thousand midnight candles  were always going...

  My heart is a musical traveller  It will only stop when sky strings  garotte me for the final time    Play Rachmaninoff’s silent concerto  along shafts of sunken submarines  tides swollen, coves so wide,  foam from fingers to thighs,  sea vessel yearns to resurface    in your docked lips.  Ravel unravelling the last pieces  of...