Poultry

Teenage love Overdoses you on goosebumps In the back seat of a car When boy meets girl To shed forever their chicken feathers And rush past a rite of passage When waddle turns to wade And two ducks find water

Donald Trump – A Peek-a-Boo

In that suit-clad exterior Of a slogan-flasher, word-warrior And crowd chaser – rarely pleaser Is a man who is perennially torn By inner demons and outer stage A man who is pole-vaulting To the center stage of the oval office And be patriarch of the first family Singing with spin doctors and dancing with witch…

Crowning Glory

Some are cone heads – With a little bit of Patrick Stewart – Alien life forms still unassailably human And some are morphous egg heads Like Einstein who never had a hairdresser Just an extra dose of electricity Depolarizing paths of neurons And some are bald like babies – Like Gandhi Even a versatile Ben…

Kitchen

Sometimes a woman Is like the sweetest white sugar Caramelizing in burning kisses Occasionally, she is the white pepper Spicing up with a sprinkle And at times – like after a long shower She smells like a quill of cinnamon – wild and free And beyond nightfall, she is a flavorsome condiment Saucy from head…

Easter

Painted eggs, chocolate rabbits Hot-cross buns and treasure hunts Festivities galore over a heavenly spread When one man’s rise from death From inside an egg-like grotto of rock Unified Madonna and a prostitute A generous rich man with a stealthy Pharisee Just like that same mortal nailed to the cross Unifies good and bad, light…

Syrian Refugees

A refugee has no country, town Street or house, a migrant Searching beyond the canopy of a tent To be an inhabitant of one terra firma Where partitions and pickets Are enclosures, walls are brick, Doors have locks and keyholes And curtains have kinetic sliding power A place for a night vigil Where minds can…

Chinaman

Sometimes Tanned skin, combed hair From wrist to elbow and ankle to pubis Even a healthy dose of testosterone Does not make you a south Asian Just a googly tradesman from the orient Under the watchful eye of throngs After all you can become a Chinaman Even if you don’t possess Oriental eyes, clean jawbones…

Egg Boy

I took out a bottle of fizzy water Cream Soda it read, a creamy appearance With a whisk of olive green Sparkling, bubbly yet not as effervescent As the foreign invaders – Coca Cola or Sprite I gulped down one mouthful and felt the winter tide Smack against buccal walls and the esophageal tract Billowing…