The canvas tight
about your heart
The weight of dreams
Painted on it
Let them say
One day the Gods discovered you
With a voice of wind
And aflame
A whole mountain in your eyes
Tag: Love
Meld
A face dripping daylight
A seaside cafe
Nursing dregs
Over a story
The skyscraper spire
They wear clip on ties
The unseen order of things
Talk of war, sugar in darkness
Now and then
Now and then-
A pleasant tide and day
A hand through those curls
Finger across the atlas
Swirl away and away
That lock of hair
Now a compass
Now a star drawn map
Do you see?
Now and then, a possibility?
Wear the weather
I like the way you wear the weather
Raining down the intersection
Between want and wonder.
If I killed all the clocks could I keep you?
Who would have thought, such long and lonely roads
Between your eyes and skull.
Wistful
You’ve got a heart
Of broken glass-
It beats,
To break.
1 am
1 am
The palm of my hand
The curve of her cheek
Razor eyed find
Purr perfection
And slink across shadows
Mirror eyed feline
Your ways are not kind
Much a preference of mine
Obsessor
A name on my mind
Like clouds on a clear sky
Nothing else for miles
Ocean floor
Where wells an ocean floor, there breaks the surface of thy discontent
Ravens brought by my door -not news of Lenore-
But surging memories of malcontent; I suspect therefore
Without parallel, such great tides felt irrelevant
For upon the ocean floor lies the moon and her remembrance, only sediment.
It tickles
Her hands rip at my feet
And it tickles, when you can’t run anymore
How hard you pull!
What incense aired spins?
While I blindly turn-
Do you want me to sink?
Or is it the air you want to climb?
Rijul Ballal 