Nights

Magic was supposed to be real
Only at 4a.ms
But you are Gallifreyan aren't you?
Time is your element

A frozen slice of tachyons
Eternal night blanketing us
We lay there
Facing one another
Your cool radiance
Zephyr on my skin

We've always known each other haven't we?
Spun together in the web of stories
Our threads intertwined
Each supporting the other
Making me, you strong

Unbreakable

Pretending our genesis
Slipping into our own skins
Of earlier days
In different worlds
It always leads to the same divine
Epiphany

We are meant to be
I am meant to be yours
As you are meant to be mine
It is fate, I call it
Purpose

We keep colliding
On slumbering shores
The foam of our reveries
Melting us
Making us one

As we are meant to be

We lie here in the warm dark
Lucid and not
Dreaming and awake
Together
We will make our infinity

Distance

The empty seat to the left 

a vacant reminder 

of shut calls and silent goodbyes

Its never supposed to end you know

one medium ends

the next springs up

hungry, keeping the silence

at bay

Teeming traffic, rash driving

flashing tail lights, blaring horns

epileptic metaphors:

its the same up here

Parents, focused on forward intent

no spare look for empty backseats

the buzzing din in their shadow 

it grows louder into silence

Our words are barren

desolate, Pompeii post ash

each vibration

a lurch, a boil, a swallow

Begging kids

with dry crying faces

plastered on the thin windows

the tiny divide between 

Filling the silence with your songs

a sonic apparition 

your static form

clinging to my neck and ears

its all static now

a shake in my palm 

your ghost reaches out

one word

one word changes everything

one word is enough

its a solid reminder

of the oath inscribed on our wrists

of our cardiac promise

You're beautiful

our amour

my ecstasy 

iloveyou

Nineteen with no tats

Nineteen with no tats
Through tinted specs
They don't see you like I do

The butterflies
A shoulder to hip cascade
Purple wings and blues

The fleeting ravens 
Soaring ephemeral on your arm 
Inky black

A leaf on the wind 
Caught in the breeze of your step
Paint stained tears

Le je ne sais (pas) quois
Dessous votre cœur
Notre stylo violette

The music notes
Dancing on reverb wrist
Twinkling copper dust

The robin 
Forever shoulder perched
Tittering a sea-green tune

The ring
Curled tight around your finger
Infinite shades of promise

I see you 
The platitudes of uninked skin
Let's write all our favourite songs




- Happy birthday Princess


 (Published in Pankhearst's Fresh November 2015 Issue.)

Baby, Come Home

It should have been raining.

That is how it is in the song.

The steering wheel is trembling in my grasp. The seat is heaving. The windshield is wet with the rain that is not there.

"She's in a long black coat tonight."

Red tail lights blinking, blinding. Distorted. The car suddenly feeling smaller and tighter. 

"Waiting for me in the downpour outside."

Tires lose air. The wheels fall off. 

Rain runs in rivulets down the windows. 

"She’s singing, 'baby, come home' in a melody of tears."

The fan is wheezing. Temperature in flux, cold vents battle hot air. 

Cold sweat burns on my skin.

"While the rhythm of the rain keeps time."

The traffic moves. The rain comes down hard. 

Lights flash, and dissipate. I am shivering under the heater.

Everything heaves. The wheels barely move; tires in shreds.

"Baby, come home."

Calypso Du Evening

Sunday evening.

The closing of a weekend well spent in warm beds and warmer embraces.

The weekday melancholy rushing relentlessly, refusing to let our peace, our space stay.

We will make the best of this.

We will make tonight timeless.

A stroll on the banks of the canal, the sun resting into the earth, ruddy glow dissipating from the sky, giving way to our favourite blues.

Walking hand in hand, hers perfectly holding mine, sharing our warmth. Our breaths misted out, mingled and flew ephemerally into the dusk.

I wordlessly asked her to join our senses, twirling the tiny square of our music between my fingers.

She smiled, sprinkling stars into the growing night, ready with our ears.

I gave the square a little shake, leaving it to digital fate.

One - Ed Sheeran.

 Cosmos smiles down on us. The late evening becomes the perfect night.

We walk along the water, pulled deep into our third space, the world around us melting into azure. Sight was not important. There was only sound. Her touch. Our warmth.

The trees rang out with soft strumming, wind serenaded sweet notes, our feet tapped the bass beneath us.

We walked closer, arms wrapped, spirits entwined in unison of music.

I turn to her, her hands in mine, her eyes whisking me into her universe.

"You are my only one."

Doctor to OR

I walked through the thick glass doors and the smell of sterilisation assaulted my nose immediately.

The fluorescent corridors teamed with life as bodies rushed too and fro. Even at two in the morning, the hospital was alive and running at full steam.

I made my way to the cafeteria, which thankfully was mostly empty. A friendly familiar wave to the cafeteria-staff and I sat myself down at a table, placed the coffee I had brought on the cool marble surface and powered up my laptop.

I had been catching up on work for about half an hour, people came and went. A doctor rushed over and plopped herself down in the seat next to mine.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry I'm so sorry I'm late." The words tumbled out hastily, her hands moved about with manic speed, her eyes darted back and forth clearly in a panic.

I held up my hand and pointed at the coffee.

"Oh thank fucking god!"

She leapt forward and grabbed one of the foam cups, punched the lid open with surprising speed and began gulping it down.

I closed down the laptop, took my own cup of coffee and watched my companion visibly relax as the caffeine hit her bloodstream.

"Mmmmmmmm Caramel Frappacino. You get me bae."

"That I do, love. Because." I winked.

"Because. D'accord," she agreed.

She undid her hair which had been held at the back of her head like the plumage of a hawk, and let it fall to her shoulders. She closed her tired eyes and her mouth curled into a smile of bliss as she took a well deserved break from saving lives and giving hope.

"Bae you have the meeting tomorrow. You didn't have to come over so late," she said with sudden seriousness.

"Shush you."

I leaned over and we shared a caffeine sweetened kiss.

"No seriously, go home and sleep. I'll be home in a -"

I interrupted her with another peck.

"Mmmmmmmm," her smile widening even more.

"I will bae, in just a bit. I'll finish up this report and head home."

"Abhi chalay jao naaa. Get in bed and work."

"Naaah I like being close to my bae," I winked again, trying to annoy her.

But she didn't crack. Her smile betraying her mischievous intent, "acha na jao, whatever."

She snuggled into my arm and placed her head onto my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close, enjoying our warmth.

"Long day, huh?"

She nodded sleepily.

"It'll be over soon, love," I kissed her forehead.

"Mhmmm."

Her phone beeped. A text from the OR.

"Back to being an angel, dear?" I teased.

She punched my arm, gave me a deep hug, and a quick sweet kiss, "I love you, Jay."

"Go go! I love you Roobaby. See you in just a bit."

Cowboy, Ninja, Viking.

The man walked into the dingy room, his purposeful gait ringing in the bar.

His wide, manic eyes scanned every corner from underneath his stetson.

Nine bald, tattooed, snarling Yakuza thugs. They huddled around tiny tables, groping barmaids, gulping bad beer and inhaling worse weed.

A twisted smile formed on the man's thin lips, a finger traced the hilt of the katana on his hip.

"Tell you what mate, you kill more of these shits than me and I'll give you my whole bottle of Inderal."

"You are on."

"Heh."

The man, tall and thin, glared at the scum in the room. The thugs noticed his presence and lifted their heads from their cards, flexing muscles, revealing side-arms and blades.

"Let the game begin. You can just hand me the bottles now."

The man's arm blurred and two thugs slumped dead in their chairs, throwing stars perforating their bodies.

"Psssh, you are getting slow there mate! Watch this."

The Yakuza, aware of being under attack, rushed the stranger.

The man's left hand whipped a six-shooter from his side and unloaded into the charging attackers. Four more hit the dirty ground, brains and guts spilling out of bullet holes.

"Dammit."

"Guess another sleepless night for you mate!"

"It is not over yet, gaijin. These two are mine."

"ENOUGH! I WANT BLOOD!"

The man hefted the battle axe strapped to his back with both hands and decapitated a thug with a single blow.

"HAHAAAHAA! NOW THIS IS FUN!"

The surviving baddie pissed himself in fear as the man approached.

"See you in helheim, cocksucker."

The axe fell once, twice, thrice and the thug littered the floor with his limbs, head and spleen.

"Dammit you barbarian shit! This was between me and pyjama boy!"

"I need Inderal to fucking sleep."

"Ain't my fault you both are fucking pussies."

The man closed his eyes and rubbed his fingers into his temples, brow deeply creased.

"Shut the fuck up all of you."