Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Do you?

Do you know
I sometimes
ridicule your freedom
When you wind your alarm
to begin tomorrow
Waking at its lousy bell
Adorning that jacket
polished shoes
ironed shirt et al
Didn't you
tell me
you are a farmer's son
Tell me
you are a farmer?
Carrying that phase
like a badge
repeating that tired phrase
A farmer
who measure
his days with milestones
A farmer
with no use for seasons
Rummage the soil
with your bare fingers
if you find your soul
I agree
you are free
free as the farmer
you wanted to be

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010


Bright, sublime

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Monday, February 15, 2010


eyeless to my pain
a window
without a pane

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Thursday, February 11, 2010

under your gaze
my lidless eyes
cannot close
against this
transparent captivity
of liquid incarceration
I did my bit
for those morsels
wriggled my fins
against some fake weeds
exhaling little bubbles
of amusement
In your vacuumed medium
you articulate freedom
had me in chains
for the colour of my scales

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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Oracle for the King

The thick dark seaweeds
of unlighted evenings
come crawling up
the husk of cigarette stained nights
Rapid puffs of offwhite
winter shower
like a relentless spurned lover
tediously follows
with its long strides
keep walking
without looking back
misfortune this year
cries the oracle
bright and prosperous
says the cards
rejoice the one
that ended
dread the one
that has begun
Let us ask
the Cheithaba
to take not
on his head
misfortunes of the throne
The people have suffered
now let the king
meet his certain destiny
brought forth by our curses and tears

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Sunday, February 7, 2010

every visit
we seek that night
we came crawling
with laughter
drunk with caffeine
but drunk enough
with the heavy night
and secrets within
knowing yours
knowing mine
was all the same
we needed to steal
some smiles
in between
a menu card
provided us the cue
you were clutching it
with eyes of laughing tears
the evening rose
with our laughter
our love for the moon
will be to our doom
moonstruck tears
were sudden and swift
as secrets spill over
the bedspread of the night
spreading our sorrows
together with crystals
in our hands
we cupped and inhaled
the lemon and salt
of our wound
and we knew
every visit
we will seek this night

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For chao, shree and that night in the coffee shop... for the tears of laughter, for more visits
BTW we still haven't returned their menu card :)

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

I will take the leap

Just a peep

Is what I ask for

Into the beyond

Seconds of that image

Whether tongues of flame

Whether serenity of cold blue light

Whether nothing and nothing

Is the knowledge

I desire

to stab my womb

to stop my blood

From furthering itself

into oblivion

of the sole truth

and its multi fanged friends

My blood

My flesh

Let me stab you

Here itself

In the warmth

Of my fluid

Before life

And its many brutes

Play its games

Let me stab me

Stab me along with you

I will be with you

In the arms of beyond

Whether heaven and its precocious morality

Whether hell and its overwhelming temptation

Whether the erasure of nothingness

I will take the leap

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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Truth slept soundly

The day curled up
at the yellowed edges
like a voraciously read book
and fear
spread evenly
with the blunt knife
of the night
Tired truth
slept soundly
in kumbhakarna's slumber

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