manishalakhe

the more i yearn, the more you laugh. the more i chase, the further you fly. the more i need, the more elusive you are. where is my pride...

hey anonymous! thank you for the comment about the film. it got us back to working harder at it. your $100 are safe in the paypal account. i...

outside, it is magic hour, inside, as i sit cross-legged, amongst others, is pure magic. i try to quell the questions racing through my ...

when cast with intent, it draws blood, pain, leaves scars - otherwise harmless.

an afternoon of laughter with you and the swing. i squint my eyes to see yours, and let go. the sunlight dappled our faces, and the wind pla...

my love is like camphor, no visible flame, but i burn, until i am nothing.

i am not one for bhajans, but this one made everything else written about the Blue one, sort of...less. here it is, as someone wrote it. hat...

when i fell in love with you i was younger, prettier and many pounds lighter. and you had freckles - thousa...

"am writing a poem to love." "is there any other kind?" "well...i could write a piece..." "piece? as in ...

dear love, how cold you are perfect foil to my hot exhausted body, i prefer this commune under the stars, so sharp so blue, as if someone ha...

little things about you i like to keep: the way your hair curls upon your neck when you throw your head back and laugh, how my glasses ...

my fingers ache to soothe the flyaway hair on your neck, and when you reassure me we’re not speeding, i simply close my eyes, and let th...

one hundred and twenty four thousand prophets until your heart became a slate for surah after holy surah the faithful recite five times a...

it’s not convenient that you die now, do you understand? you haven’t noticed but we’ve had wars. friends divided over loyalties to henry...

stand up. stand up. face the drunken sods, say, ‘fuck you, Krishna’ in free verse or rhyme. it could mean inclusion tomorrow, among pa...

you again? haven’t i told you i don’t want to be your good deed for the day? of course i’ve been weeping. the irrawady dolphins have...

Oh it’s you again? Come in if you must. But don’t look at me this way! There’s no need to let so much sunlight in! What did you say? O...

once upon a time, this would have been, a david lynch scene: pale white on white and blue roses mourning. should i add calming salts ...

please blink. you look too directly into my head. there are thoughts there, that must remain thoughts, they cannot become words betwe...

the tambourine sings a tune unfamiliar. everything has stilled, including my breath. the blue sheet over me is getting cooler, i sink ...