Hey, Friends! Is anyone going to be in or around London between 1st to 3rd July? I am in the UK and will be spending a few days in London towards the end of my trip. Do let me know. Would love to meet ! 😊



Rhapsodies of Love

Right at the cusp
where my words
merge with your
tender breaths
that’s where
my poems dawn
with a whiff of
iambic rhythm
stirred by
your symphonic
inhales and exhales

and I let
my verses melt
with the touch
of your warm lips
dripping gently
like the blobs of
molten desires
exuding from
the rhyme of
entwined kisses
quietly reciting
rhapsodies of love.

~ Chhaya







Thoughts of You

Falling from the edge of vacuity
to the abyss of amorphous past
I surrender myself to times
that still cling on to your memories
my veins crick in ceaseless pain
and bruised hopes decay and rot
conforming to chronic despondency
to slowly yield my own mortification

I quickly swallow the midnight coal
and imbibe the murk of charcoal gloom
to escape the plague of gleaming lights
that pervade my brain like opaque paint
and in a spate of quiscent erruptions
I can feel dehiscence of your thoughts
twitching, shredding
and shaking my senses
perforating through my cold follicles
like some alien sebaceous secretion
slowly saturating my porous bones.

~ Chhaya


You flow through me
like a sparkling untamed river
majestic and unsurpassed
navigating through
my brown sedimentary skin
caressing my body
with gush of lustrous waves

your sensuous gentle ripples
stir my phlegmatic desires
like a ferocious deluge
hitting a comatose coast
and I bend and curve
through your smooth meanders
conforming to your silent urges

Oh! can’t you see ?
I am all riverine tonight.

~ Chhaya

Rain, Romance and Lunacy

So glad to share this little piece of poetry that I did in collaboration with my dear friend and fellow blogger Ankan. It was so much fun to bring this out here, and we really hope that you would enjoy it too. Do check out Ankan’s page here for more of his amazing poetry.

(My lines in italics) 

The fluorescent is oscillating
between blue and red luminous upliftment
like some bohemian art 
flickering spirits of a drunken maverick

Windows are open
still there’s no light outside
I have evident this darkness before
hollow and impenetrable
in the chaotic silence of 
anxious and ominous days

clouds and the choirs of hallucinating waters
take over me like a devastating spell

there’s a rhythm in it
there’s a music in it
like that of a
withered primitive melody
sentient and hypnotic

and I am the madman putting words through them
words through rhythm making a poetry of wet and damp urban mess
words through music making a poetry which doesn’t make any sense
arranging semantic distractions in vague orders
to yield textured connotations from volatile tenors
provocative yet soothing
shallow yet abyssal

but the third one is magic
the third one is words through both rhythms and music
concerted into an enchanting symphony
with the synergy of sonorous quietude 

Well, I get a song there
significant and from the roots of melancholic rain.

~ In collaboration, Ankan and Chhaya

The Last Summer

I have seen kisses dry
embraces shrivel
and the warmth of touches
turn into scalding frictions
of unfathomed rancour

silhouetted against the sky
I have felt our bodies char
in the sweltering surly nights
insentient of the placid moon
when the tirades of reviling odium
took over us like a febrile illness
and our words blistered malice

we lived with rumpled desires
and crumpled hopes
our wrinkled leathery faces
narrated impassive stories
of a vapid arid romance
and cracked eyes revealed
traces of shattered dreams
as we saw our love fade
from pink to blanched pale
in the ruthless spell of summer
that we last spent together.

~ Chhaya






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