Revolution

Sometimes We only see the avalanche The revolution, the bandannas and pickets Holi colors and graffiti art Blood canvases, open banners And hearts covered in berets When every gun becomes As invisible as the soldier holding it When we don’t feel or sense Bullets piercing the intercostals And ribs broken by force And the next…

Train To Vladivostok

When I was small, my cousin had a beautifully landscaped room, around which a train set ran, and as far as I can remember, that was the first instant in life that I found dueling with the green monster – jealousy -and I found myself wanting the same thing. I asked my dad, and he…

Anatomy Of Love

The thinker Is simply a Rodin sculpture When the knee holds the weight Of the brain-installed skull And the radius is but a telamon For the temple of man May be the pinnacle of intelligence And free-will, even the land of dreams Yet only blood pumps her fuel And flesh and bone hold her throne…