On vagaries and the night

As we strode into
A voluptuous black
Dark hole of insecurities
And blasphemous desires

There is an inner silence
Reverberating to lead you
Onto a vacant correlation
Of speechless monotones

And she laughed out loud
Speaking of gullible desires
As she turned on the stereo
And she flawlessly conquered
The nuances of the invigorating
Night

On Not Meeting

And the last straw
Made it certain that
The zephyr will not
Cometh this way

Although the piteous
Bird has given her
Consent to hunker
Down on the streets of
Poetry-less dysentery

Had the locked trunk
Whistled in the rain
And in endless traffic
The sultry tail end of
A nonchalant day
Broke into a jazz quartet
"Nonetheless" sighed
Bonolata in dismay

On Chasing Conversations

Slipping through the slits and fingers

Tainted words and precarious conjunctions

Silently growing onto you like a weed

Slowly seeping into your untrained mind  

Frisking, frolicking and foaming unto the

Unchartered grounds and misleading air

While you sit upright, hiding from plain sight

What could have fuelled your thorough

Yet myopic might has bloated up into

A disastrous confluence of conflicts and wine

Catering to the needs and superfluity

You had darted dauntlessly into assumptions

And tobacco induced believing of the new

All to be greeted with a profane smile

Have you carried the weight of the words?

To fall prey to ephemeral trust and confide

Once again to be reminded of blind-spots

You had so craftily hidden away

In your whiskey flask and presumptions

And here you are, backsliding

Glorifying the deeds of the day

You heave a sigh and take refuge

In books, nooks and firefly jars

Searching for the lost locks of

That chiming conversation

What’s left to taste are the flavours

Swindling you into believing

That the trees you so willingly

Wanted to clasp are there at

Your naïve disposal and just

When you take a step forward

A word tears them apart