Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Finitude





I closed the door
with the finality
of closing a read-book

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Dysopia/ Acche Din

A meat for a meat
That is the new law
A meat for a meat
A slaughter for a slaughter
That is the new law
Ram’s rajya is dystopia
Sita’s blood is the colour of earth
Ram’s rajya is dystopia
Mohammad’s blood is the colour of meat
Ram conjures up the menu
Ravan weeps: all ten heads
wishes he guarded Sita better
Averted her ignomity
Now not even Gujarat’s vegetarian earth
Swallows her whole
Come to Lanka, Sita
Ravan will ask the ocean
to
Swallow you whole
Have your death of the ocean
It is your ancestral fault
Your collective ancestral fault
to have chosen such a king
March towards the ocean
All of you
Part the waters
if you can
or walk into it

Ram’s rajya is dystopia
What consummates his appetite?
Meat cooked by torching of houses?
Ravan, the ten headed demon king
weeps with all ten heads
Nowadays
Everything gets called a revolution
But never it was before
That a king’s deed
was called a revolution 

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Friday, April 17, 2015

I am a living God

I am a living God
I drink the night
                  down my throat
The pale moon I shatter into stars
Stars I crumple into star dust
                                   
Mortals burn other mortals
but only in an effigy
I extract the hearts of men
                    put it in a blue ceramic

With your soul incarnate, you stumble in darkness
Your life is a mere glimmer, between void and void
I taught you in parables, but you do not heed
Now I write you a tragedy and called it an oracle

10th April 2015 


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Monday, January 26, 2015

Not yet

The lover contradicts
the beloved’s wishes
Don’t wish
Not Yet

Prescribe me
A wish-able wish
Inevitable
the incommensurability of wishes
Don’t wish
Not Yet

He wishes
of us drowning
What would he do
when he hears about me drowning
The news of drowning
will drown itself
What weeping?
Not Yet
Tears drown
In the waters I drown in


PS.
You didn’t break my heart
Not yet
I broke mine over you
Wishes perish? 
Perhaps


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