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In the requiem, I feel the seeking expression  of a child who cannot do without umbrage  I say : “you are always with me in courage.”  A clear sky at my window, and a garden  at my door. I nod like approbating flowers  in a soft wind and their beds are filled  with life-giving salts.Continue reading “Remembering you, beautiful Mother: A poem “

I am a poet of the old kind  Letting no jigsaw plague my rhyme  No complex metaphors to have you blind  in my black and white peppered lines  I can strip naked for the voyeur  Honesty walks down my foyer  The thespian, the surgeon and the lawyer  are plainclothespersons making up my choir  Who canContinue reading “I am a poet: A poem “

What is everything?  God in a nutshell of religion  The promise of salvation  A belief in the overwhelming din  I look at myself in the mirror  at the atrophy, in horror  And I think I’m losing everything  But does matter matter?  Yet, I want to feel confident there is a promise beyond matter  The truthContinue reading “A poem on everything: A poem “

This spring is like growing  figments of out-of-sync imagination  on the tree of my soul  I can feel something missing  from the breathing whole   Eros’ misbegotten arrow  He tried and I am tired, but am still wired  to the electricity of destiny.  These streets of my life  are old, but hold on to convictions’ gold Continue reading “No passion for self-defeat: A poem “

I can see you waiting and wanting  for a response, with an outstretched arm  And I am thinking, before the conversation begins,  now, this will have to end. I have walls of ifs and buts  that refuse to be taken down. I can only let you in…  But I have a garbage bin for vainContinue reading “Betrothed to a star: A poem “

O moon!  Have you come too soon? Is it a curse or a boon?  Did I play my flute to your tune?  The herd in the pasture  are asking for a future  Did I steal my own rapture?  Am I cause for my own torture?  O moon!  I have not yet cast my rune  IsContinue reading “O moon!: A poem “

But the hypocritical West wants to eat from every plate. Like they always did. Like the US can hound out it’s terrorists. But India can’t. The West’s rules apply for everyone else, but itself. A history of greed and rapacity.

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 “