Of Blood Moons

My lunar body
eclipsed by
nebulous spread of
your soothing embraces
my skin
blazing in red
by amorous warmth
of your tender kisses
you were
the earth
I craved to be
consumed by
I was
your blood moon
under the inky
quiescent sky.

~ Chhaya









The Healing Sun

I breathe the sun
from the naked pores
of my scabrous skin
the warmth
and exhaling
the algor
deep from
the frozen marrows
of my glacial bones

the pain
attempts to exude
from the tip
of my frailing limbs
as congealed claret
in my capillaries
in the balsamic aurora
to gush
with the vigour
it had always been
devoid of

the tan in brown
on my frame
with the pastels of
frigid hopes
the serraphic affiliation
adorning my body
like golden desires
amorous embraces of
impassioned lovers
meeting after
a long time.

~ Chhaya


Blame the Night

Blame the
mischievious night
clinging on to me
if I wake up with
traces of stars
lingering on my skin

the dust from
corroding moon
may turn
my body bronze
blame it on
rusty desires
if you find
my kisses old

my eyes
may still doze off
with the weight of
dampened dreams
blame it on
frigid dew
that drenched
my torrid sleep.

~ Chhaya

Of Promises

I will never hide
the stories
I have piled
beneath my skin
and the pain
I have stashed
under my bones
or the longing
that I breathe
with bruised nostrils
only if you promise
you will never tire of
peeling off the layers
that residues of past
have accumulated
on my body
like rotting scabs.

~ Chhaya




Slick Route to Love

While glossy moon
begins to slide down
a polished greasy sky
smeared delicately
with creamy hues of
nascent amber dawn
the butter night melts
slowly on our skin
basking in the warmth
of lush fervent embraces
as tender cotton ball kisses
dipped in sweet lavender oil
dabble latent dry desires
to make slick route to love.

~ Chhaya








Gluey Memories

Immersed deep in the darkness
of mucid glutinous nights
imbued with the resin of
viscous gluey memories
I adhere
to fading thoughts of you
like an old peeling affiche
lingering on a crumbling wall
heedless of its ensuing collapse.

~ Chhaya


The Bloom

I am born from your golden skin
radiant like the winter afternoon
wrapped in the fulgent rays of sun
stemming from the roots of your pores
rising like a vine in its full vigour
entwined to your poised brown frame
spanning through your stretches and arcs
I thrive in the credence of your brace
only to bloom with gilded shine
like ourulent mustard flowers
spread over bistre brown plane.

~ Chhaya

Silent Verse

I am a silent verse
calling out your name
with the flutter of my lips
and the cadence of my breath
from the hollowness rooted
deep inside my gut
and the wide emptiness
oozing out of my heart
and I raise up a timbre
with gush of lumbering gore
and the throbs emanating
from dark pit on my core
to gently release
in a rumbling sonance
the cricks that reside
in the contour of my frame
and the spasms that linger
in the pith of my bone.

~ Chhaya

The Wait

Sun kissed mornings
steal my nights
those savoured
in your fragrance
leaving me aghast
unfathomed and agap
in deep dark patches
of blazing days
charred into cinders
by the furnace of despair
and a molten me
strives hard
to be viscous enough
to flow with the time
where days turn into nights
so I can find you again
until dawn drifts us away.


Ashy Dreams

My dreams are somber ashes
spread over opaque night
guarded by misty moon
to be preserved till the end of time
they are blown by balmy breeze
flowing slowly as you breathe
my name in a turn of gasp
when loneness gets too stark
and you want to reach to me
but there’s no way it can be
that’s when those ashes fly
hoping that they will somehow find
you dreaming of me too
just like I always do
and then we will sleep in peace
when our dreams will come to meet.


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