Injustice runs naked in full view: A poem 

Sunshine of reality dampens illusion  In alleys, punctured cans of derision  Shallow laughter ground like embers  And even as night falls, one can’t remember  For, pain can be occluded like the stars  Yet, they poke their light in unseemly hours  Those that can’t see them from their towers  don’t know that poverty is a toughContinue reading “Injustice runs naked in full view: A poem “

Feeling silent: A poem 

Flying in feathers through the window  Winter’s leathers. Forsaking a shadow  Braving the weather. And no furrow  Freeing tethers right to the marrow  I am as silent and withdrawn as a flower  This silence encases me in its tower  I am captivated by this unripe shower  Appetites for expression hold no power  Envision in theContinue reading “Feeling silent: A poem “

Getting drenched: A poem 

Black umbrellas in the cold rain  shielding faces steeped in pain  The weekly garbage bins are out  Scavenging birds are all about  The seas are climbing up the rocks  Icebergs are ripping up like smocks  Will this deluge the cities and docks?  Not heartening is global warming talk  I hear the streets’ hypocritical applause  TenderContinue reading “Getting drenched: A poem “

To Mumbai, with love: A poem 

I can begin with your disappearing mangroves  And the memory of all the cherished love’s  dreams cluttered among the coconut palms  The salt and sand all over my arms  You were a loud movie in a packed theatre  Where the applause was louder, without fetter  And the streetside eateries caring not for hygiene  You hadContinue reading “To Mumbai, with love: A poem “

Old MacDonald’s Farm: A poem 

Lots of chocolate and lots of chips  Lots of Coke at my fingertips  Old MacDonald’s farm is in splits  The conmen have been given the slips  There are many rows within the hedgerow  where, without water, the flowerheads grow  And all the laughter makes it all too slow  There’re timeless moments above and below  YouContinue reading “Old MacDonald’s Farm: A poem “

If grief comes to me…: A poem 

I wake up to the early morning breezes  My thoughts paint my walls like friezes  And a child’s innocent garden of wonder yields  From life’s bitter ironies, this armour shields   My euphoria is vapour on the windows of my lounge  In the shanties of adversity, laughter rises from my ground  To hope for only aContinue reading “If grief comes to me…: A poem “