Wednesday, October 08, 2014


It's a flash of movement
that leads us
from people to the skies;
men move like talons
on the road, brown,
shrivelled ,
worries sharp on their brows
clawing firm ground.
Predators and preys
they move
in strides,
trots or saunters in
search of each other in
life's lonely patch

every drop of sun
cruises earth
penetrating her thoughts,
lingers on the dew drops,
and rises as vapour while
earth dances into his arms
on her diurnal
path, day and night,
her black and white
dreams anchored on the sky

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

The Sudden Rain

The sudden rain,
then splashed
on pebbles,
cobbled path,
tinned roof,
on the concrete props,
tarred road
it muffled its thud
on mowed grass:
a cultivated sadness
There are times
when my smses
are sent to the space
and they return
empty handed,

they went to
catch the moon
or the stars in your eyes,
but they travel
light years
to come back without light.

I sleep with
the darkness
that is texted back
to me

For My Son: Tejas

Every new day is a
delicious pie over his brows
waiting to be sliced
slurped and eaten,
and every new day
grazes his memory
like a trail of ants
which go on forever and ever
into the unknown
promising mystery and fun.

Every animal
crawling, walking
and slithering,
a spectacle.
He pets, pats,
fingers and pokes at
life to see its response,
from irritation to warmth
make him rivet to the
secrets of life that only
his senses

Every time I set my
eyes on him,
I do not know
if I should watch him or
turn my eyes away
when he treads
on the fringes
of propriety.
So, I let him cruise
his seas
with my watchful
light towers alert.
Startling it was
a beehive
of lies
webbed my childhood
trapped realities
and preyed on them

I gathered my lies
a sore blooming
slow like hibiscus

I lied you were mine,
later, wedded to my lies
I gave birth to my fancies
to bring up as mine

I wore them up my sleeve,
then like my garters
I tatooed them ungendered
on my soul,
till you dawned on me
and I stretched my eyes
to love.

I abandoned my lies
peeling them
off my soul
you plucked at every
bleeding string

till in the most intense
you disrobed love
and branded my truth as
the biggest lie ever heard
It is not just the night
that tires
but uncertainty
and the folly of hope.
Its not the castle I built
that scares
but its fragile mortar
that crumbles
at the sight of life .

It's not love that
but the wide-eyed innocence
that nose-dives
into the darkness
of passion
and betrayal.


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