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Parsuram should have known better  His feet did all the walking  I think, I’m locked in the thunder of Indra  Could he have been a dragon?  It was just war all over the place  Kurukshetra was meant to be a deathbed  And I think of you on the opposite side  And it steals my thunder Continue reading “O Sita!: A poem “

He has power  But I have courage’s flower  Earth, wind and fire every hour  He can claim  everything to his name  But it is he who will go down in shame  He turns to ash whatever is mine  But I have galleries of time  The earth knows too well the pantomime  The culture of theContinue reading “The culture of the vulture: A poem “

In those days, outside the window  the weather stormed with a roar  And the early night came like a slow  curtain falling to the tunes of the radio  I want to see you air-playing the violin  Like old times, you rocking your shins  your elbows, your shoulders; a smile  on your face. You rocked aContinue reading “I remember Dad air playing the violin: A poem “

Can you redeem yourself from the briny peat bog?  Can you stop the dribble pouring from the pool of your mouth?  Can you stop your raven eyes from picking on, till your belly  like a greedy lake fills from riverine blood  gushing down the cliffs of your throat?  Do you feel your sun-drenched chest swellContinue reading “To the bloodthirsty body-grabber: A poem “

This poem, about little creatures, I wove  who have their sails in streams of love  as if they were gifts from above  There is nothing to ask for in love, but love  A seemingly empty but abundant trove  Can the hand realise warmth, that wears the glove?  This poem is about faithful innocence  Rapturous flowersContinue reading “Little creatures: A poem “

I die with grief at the chrysanthemums  that I bought from the market   for Mum, Dad and you  They can’t last forever, however. They must be cast  in the garbage bin. I feel their petals fall within  my soul. A scent of descent. A lent  of absence. Like I’m on a road with noContinue reading “The flowers from the market: A poem “

Now the old earth fills my wounds  Can I imagine gardens with no paths?  Can I bring forth memories  like a plant brings forth leaves?  I don’t pick at the relived wounds  I am no feline with balming saliva  This old earth trapped in the walls of my mind  Its pain and joy and manyContinue reading “Where I’ll just feel bare…: A poem “

The milk and sugar in my cup of tea  is my insulation against vagary  Not a dawn goes without  this dose of up and about   I am always muse for news  Though it’s all wily subterfuge and ruse  The dawn seems not to be breaking  from all this countless waking  But I will still haveContinue reading “Milk and sugar in my tea: A poem “

There’s a sea of a difference between cricket and a cricket. But the one with a bird’s eye view of the pitch will have you know that the batting book of words borrows more than just a feather in the cap from the aviary.  While a bird takes flight, a good bowler needs to flightContinue reading “Just for laughs: Is cricket worth a cricket? “

My bed lies between the walls of loneliness  It is the space of redress  The graveyard of woes that I, in my mind, express  The anxiety that I condemn it to witness  I wake up before dawn is out of its nest  My home faces the dark north-west  A power miracle is a little rest Continue reading “Despairing not: A poem “