Sandpaper Kisses

1.

From Meghlapur

Some notes i had written for somebody.today morning i found them on my coffee mug drowned in cold water ...with a dead moth and dry leaves that come flying through the kitchen window.

they were written with gel pen .and so the writing remained intact.that bittersweet feeling again.

i tried to look for some symbolism..but none came to my mind.i took a picture instead.

2.(SANDPAPER KISSES)

Sandpaper kisses

Paper-mache dreams

Tissue Paper tears

Pale white mornings

Sometimes a dry finger of desire

runs up my spine

Sometimes its all empty corridors

All grey steel n concrete

Kill each other with arrows oblique

tear the news papers covering your heart

and catch your sighs from the hollow

i want you to

get choked on burnt ash.

and wring them for a drop of water

to hear with me at midnight

the constant drone of the machines

i want you to know

an insect on your neck

leaves sweat on my palms

on bitter cold mornings.