all night you abandon me slowly heat wave presentiment slowly

shiva will do his tandav worlds ashen won't

there's kali you're kali blackless kali

don't worry no one could outlive life so they cabal atman

in hindi i speak with formal you ancien régime

i speak not as everyone there seems rhythm in destruction not in death

people adopt gods not their caste scions

everyone's a saviour when they don't know what to say

save me from primordial silence paramatman

you still have a refulgent hatred for nootropic lie in cremation

you smother y = love when you find it never desire lie as cremation

shavite and mahasanghik polemic sort of love

we always call someone humbug don't we i couldn't

conservatives hollow out e-waste gunfire

if you love yourself too dearly your reflection will take it the wrong way

there's no formal you in your tongue painting

if the man keeps poison suspended in his throat for you

you can't degrade him me us you you could

fell asleep your cigarette insomnia charred pillows stannic room flames

to rākshasas shiva granted then deprived

your psychedelic hatred for everything vivid woke up and met itself

an official visualizer song natraja dashboard 

i realised i needed you more than hungry ghost realm

i needed you more than needs' need

the third eye was treacherously unappetizing don't stare at cement dust

they voyage on positive cruelty vibes

you said whatever was to come would now be i waited for you to lie still

so i could be intimately hallway alone

my head as antithesis of shiva's matted hair

my head without strength you assay

if you refuse to perish as a human become a rākshasa

there's a futility to life that only life assumes

like gulmohars spewing leaves icterine

or a kite carrying away furryball squirrel

after that silver fire your room spoke to you but you were half in wyoming

assaulted student flats i can hear your conch shell ganges dream 

i want your name to mean something

you're thrashing them for their fictions 

your fictions rota proudly idolatrous

im creakingly cowardly for you all my chairs are tables black sparrows

you can't loathe what loathes itself

you die for meticulous death monsoon

no one's better than a gold bar not even your all exclusive vietnam vacation

not even macrobian man or aesthetics

culture wars spin out haemal haircut 

approaching heat my sole perplexed friend a kitchen wasp

we spiel elle korean pop nuclear launch

cyberpunk filtered photo resembles the flashy filter same uniqueness

your mughal era land survey uniqueness

wait for their ozymandian prophecy 

everyone believes in something bigger than vainglory themselves

so make me your little baby fish symptom

you nod to everything of smooching nothing not even cosmic staircase

talkative outfit of blessed blooming day

st thomas hoists your brother from dead

that was then now cornfields are holy war blindfolds

take in that other force dilute yourself

resistance is only when you mountain

resistance is only flightless flight people meet at wagah border every year

naan with beef kebabs fancy some

most sacred passions lay university aflame 

black snow and your hermetic lips 

a christmas loneliness haunts dum conderet urbem after coal mines

all apostles live in that magenta tower

croon disused airport speeches et al

during riots thigh bruises of an ordinary kind claque foists authority

tell me there are utopias in expiry stars 

auctioned to narcose highest bidders

paid in emotion bubbles that spurn to ever pop like moi

a new spring flesh flat white morning voice dalliance to be deciphered

decided sunflower squirrel in love 

with charitable bright blue latex glove used faith twice

use faith as social dementia

in the crowd where are we attrition 

leave neptune if you leave singalongs your lorgnette

apoetic if i bring up a need

impersonal night touch me like your obscure page stroke

like your life smoke and mirror mildew

slow sun no one wants want night eyelashes you won't share

anything with my git sleep rouse

clock we gasp in too-muchness

truly who peeps at intestines of your clarinet apostate artform

daylight infernal saving i infer

or human heads pinned in tender sepia

ache to uncloak other navajo 

moving divine dark around garden fantasies at misconstrued silence

oh why disrobed truth people eke solemn lies as truth that's your only truth

sunshine is laughing in my balcony

you arm him about aqua sarcophagi 

i accidentally let the refrigerator die

jews are arabs are jews slew gardyloo grimy fremen at their borders

your honeycomb heart logarithmic

picks a thousand in a room of thousand

not i or moi thousand one minus one

kill or be killed pressroom briefings chinese first-class red tie

you're beautiful no one interprets you

you're gorgeous and there goes holi

a handful of halogen love potions currency speculation tipsy

sea and spring and chrysanthemums

someone drowing herself with you as you

with your reflection your planetary influence your impaired glutes

tax avoidance for coke zero coitus

someone is walking like a bazaar with russia eyes with an individualistic salt

an embrace is glaring at you dark purple tulip flying over fast glaciers and glades 

a bollywood chocolate boy doraemon blue

onlyfans persona in skin lace

with peaked beauty only a mirage

musk lip fillers granite breast augmentation testosterone replacement therapy

happily happy typhoon air insecure

secure bodies fuse it's not that you find me revolting it's that i am

of few that are opaque ash today

in a hundred years a nothingness

a fascile nothingness beneath your nail

you understand me digest me when i refund your long umbrella

your sanguine lingerie youth

wasted on religious southern fascism

the tragic movie is good only in parts poets are treacherous unforgiving

unforgettably contradictorily free

it's almost sad that you're seeing me age

near lake ullswater we see me age

clasped in each other's arms i know you don't believe me a decayed poet

winds hold dessicated promises unkept at dusk of your precipices chandeliers fall asleep stirred by dimness caressing wire sculptures coursing through veins

poem no. 6—from unpublished rejected chapbook: forms—written during pandemic

After I returned to my country after the war, I found I had to re-learn the language, because there were new words, or words took on new meaning, because of the war, and as I was in exile during the war, I hadn't learned them, or their new meaning. - Quote approximated from Aleksandar Hemon

[peripatetic in delhi — some –scapes]

sangam palm boulevard backwaters your narrow trail dip fingernails bindi and you say next year knowledge of bodies through window end on just it sounds absurd but id like to hold your mornings when you cannot hold yourself today your body is so delicate it apalls me driving back through rain graspable in low-light mirror appreciate error the space between separateness

yes and that straggly word out into its dioptre alphabets

into a replica airplane upon jaggery frosted lips: leave before light finds you

in mistrusting darkness uneven in violence of time 

i said something i had said before

that's all there is to life: 

saying something you said before you said only this amaranth moment

animal in verbs

situational with evening beneath your sudden fingernails

what are orangutan friends doing with you swaddled in cashmere

in beholden blankets more smog

if you say nothing you say each particular past participle of nothing: we are

an imp instant

we are what we were before: someone's tragedy

in bulrushes in guileless pines

what of the world in waiting you ask maddened mind

im of incense smoke hair: the murmur of continents between us

thump your sound shifts space you're not there in waves discussing atmospheric perspective averted gaze is naturalised cover of daydream deep eyes as alluring as distant skies i forsake omniscience the dangers of expectation and habit to ideas to the process of creation you have nothing to do with me nape as apple tree allow yourself no feeling

[peripatetic in delhi — some –scapes]

boston praying catholic jellyfish comeback. you end on a question. no e-mails just phosphorus giveaways. i read somewhere something sometime some poems on refrigerator doors, vaccum cleaning. they stick "strawberry semen" inside my neurons, axons, dendrites. my synaptic transmission is retarded. flickering flame in your pining, cracking westerlies. i tell you i can take you apart cell by lowly cell with edges of my jaded canines. im doggish. hound-like. a beast sniffing where i shouldn't. lissome sighing dreams of dirt. you're underwater wrapped in cathedral imagery and sins original. the "please" exhortation is murakami-ish. you say, you're already scattered. i comply. do i? it's also february regret, in swollen tongue pronunciation, yellow irises. you spit a thread towards arthropoda arms. too "jointy" for anything. too funerary. i speak to this poet i.e. i memorize her dissertation to steal her thoughts. she comes back with a knife for me to stab her in the heart. she says, do it in one go. i cut diagonal. she hangs up her lips on breaking twigs. i stitch mine. we leap into our rabbit hole galore. the jellyfish worships one god. at a time. there are myriads then, just one at a time. you genuflect. i am two am. i am two fifteen am. i am three am when machines are dismantled by your mirror that reflects you as something gloriously vain. the room shines like calvary. first cut mandala denouement. sixth poem junkyard but you desire iron. irony. you're on your knees grimy to dictate how it's to be done. how it's to be burnt. slow pace backstroke grace of peripatetic desert hermitage neon curves. keep me warm in between them. boston harbour obsession dazzles your sunglass eyes parry ardour long call. i buy sunflowers for myself. for me for you.