This moonlight is not my delight!: A poem 

(I am disgusted with Walter De La Mare’s Silver! WordPress, why do you always humour me the wrong way? Piss off!!!) I read a poem about the moonlight  taking us all, man and woman,  And filling the rivers, lands, and trees,  with its soul. And I shuddered to think,   that this may actually be an Age,  where Man be betrothed to man, and will  Continue reading “This moonlight is not my delight!: A poem “

My Casula, you came this morning and licked my face, my beautiful: A poem 

Is there a diameter across the dimensions  that must be traversed? Is love a skyrocket   that jettisons past every barrier of speed and light  to reach out? I have heard your silence in corridors   of remembrances, not knowing how time has flown?!  That knowing wisdom in your eyes that spelt and spoke  of more than love, but theContinue reading “My Casula, you came this morning and licked my face, my beautiful: A poem “

If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem 

Would I feel the insolent, impudent charade of shadows  take the azure of the sky out of my eye!  And fill my face with the sodomy of grave blackening  I have, like Atlas, carried the world, even shouldered the tears of the stars  in a looming infinite unending night of grief  Shoveling up the graves of theContinue reading “If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem “

The gressorial is more than the Camino way?: A poem 

I dreamed of taking more than the Camino way…  More than James’ way…Up from Santiago de Compostela,  where the Cathedral of Saint James is located, to Rosslyn,  with its motifs in stony grimoires of green men. And I thought:  Was it about James the Great, or the real legend James the Lesser –  James the Just to be exact,Continue reading “The gressorial is more than the Camino way?: A poem “

A matter of migration and Mum: A poem 

I walked the streets of my neighbourhood,  in Mumbai, along with friends; and we often  went picnicking on the beachfront, sharing  cigarettes, and birthday parties! We were a   thick group, but didn’t realise how casually   we fell apart!  I had no sustained pattern of   loyalties, allegiances (but for one particular friend);  Even patriotism was a dim word only refreshed at  the 15th of AugustContinue reading “A matter of migration and Mum: A poem “

This, my oath and missive: A poem 

(Trump, strange negative things have been happening to my body with those two injections, it is a long list I cannot enumerate! Thank you. Must I bear the consequences for other people’s sins! And must I not take my own recourse to revenge(!) and continue to persevere to be patient at my own cost!)  These bridges I will never burn, these beaten paths trodden  The famished soul soContinue reading “This, my oath and missive: A poem “

Mum, where do I begin…?: A poem 

Mum, where do I begin?  Where does a story begin?  Its fated tale ingrained in the stones of the sky…  Where do I pick up the threads, then…?  …in the past of this lifetime?  …or in a further past? For convenience,  I’ll stick to the lines of this lifetime!  You lost your father at six  to the seas of the Atlantic! Continue reading “Mum, where do I begin…?: A poem “

I think of my options, after much patience and restraint!: A poem 

The evil thief and treacheriser took all that was mine.  In his hand, his rapining blade was his lease, his lifeline!  God lived in spaces, heretofore, sublime! His cup was grail,  and, in it, the swirling juices were divine! And such was   misfortune, couldn’t call a free tune. Not even honey was   sweet taste, when all was taken too soon! Job would rather   be a hob(o)Continue reading “I think of my options, after much patience and restraint!: A poem “