Sunday, May 27, 2012


Dusk hangs heavy
like swarms of mosquitoes
over juandiced street-lamps
Familial cicadas 
at meal times
had died down 
to leave the aftermath 
chores for me
Night gnaws 
at the door
They gather
their icy palms
over the blue charcoal flames
I peered 
run water and my numb fingers
over stainless steel plates
to see it shine
devoid of stubborn seeds
of sun dried chillies
or an obstinate grain of rice
Pins and needles
my frozen limbs
will be woken up
when he 
with his metal hooks
dangles promises ©

Thursday, May 17, 2012


by stars and planets
They said
our paths were chalked out
Misfortunes etched
on our forehead
Like veins
Like maps
and half a poem
Were destiny's
bountiful gifts
Like the Magi
travelling forth
to meet us
at the hour of our birth
We conspired
an escape
from one bondage
to another
Testified against time
Our grief grew deeper
Our choices
held against us
Yet stars and planet
they said
when plans desert us
We met
to dream
a heartbeat
of our own
Rebel against
the teacher
of wounds and sorrow
Life has melt boundaries
I became more of you
You became more of me
Death became more of life
And life, Death ©