13. Asperger

For hours you would paddle the water in the bath tub
With spoons and cups
And watch the waves hit and return and form patterns.
You loved to be quiet
And to sit and watch and watch and watch from our balcony.
You never demanded much.
But you were very particular about your preferences.
You were such a good boy.
You would unscrew your toys and assemble them back.

I know you want to flee somewhere.

Yes. Go.
Yes, you angelic innocent being, go.
To where ever your heart wishes - 
Go hide somewhere in a burrow
And play with your solar cells.
You are mostly useless when
It comes to taking sides
In peoples' quarrels.
Nobody will 
miss you.
No. So,
Go.

12. Game Theory

The ugly truth is
Be selectively insensitive
Such that you optimize
Your interests.

11. Love

The reptilian irrationality
At the base of cognitive consciousness
Is like a breathing embryo
With closed eyes
Meditating deep,
Deep into illusions -
Interpreting
The tides of amniotitc fluid;
To hear the noise of affection.

10. Wane

These words -
That once sent jitters to the heart
Are now like the odorless liquid
In an open bottle
Labelled 'attar'

9. Frivolous And Fanstastic

Dear philosopher-in-all-of-us,
In the ennui of mundane subsistence
If you still ponder what worth is life,
I tell you this -
Yes. There is a purpose:
To pretend being amused by marshmallows
When you are with your nephews or niece
And to help old ladies carry their groceries
Or to bunny hop in Turkish towels
With scabbards in hands or riding on brooms
And to refer your soul mate as your tail,
So that you may like a puppy chase them round
Before falling flat on bed -
And if you never had a tail or you lost it,
Go find one!
But if you still say you need nothing,
In this tiring futile world,
Then we are all needy, broken-repaired puppets
Love us please.
And if you can't have what you want
May be it is not what you need.

8. If we were a movie

Tired of your unending
Pathetic schmaltz, desultory rambles
And rants and desperation and depressing pessimism
Your insecure tantrums,
And need for constant assurance.
For your petty world view
You have too big a delusion of grandiose!

7. "Prostitute"

In these half uttered;
                                 muttered 
             mangled words
Lies a...   ( f...a...r.......f..._...t...c...h..._...d) desire
To annul the said.

Frenzied jest could so much burn
                         The bridges -
That all regret would look
                    inadequate
           Like these contrived images
of insufficient Spackle for all the cracks.

Some poems be best left unfinished...
And unexplained.

6. Sepia

You need to hark a wound deep
Into a cuttlefish
And collect its bloody ink
To pen poems
That would make readers weep.

5. InseCure

That forlorn moment of pure abandon
When the craving would know no regret
I thought of quench hardening.