Wine

The acres Of vineyards that pave Mother earth and hold Aloft vines and fruits When one bunch – seemingly innocuous Is macerated, dripped out of her flesh, Concocted and aged in cask Bequeathing the sommelier And the lover, a little dose of heaven And in this boundless universe They are the fruit of the gods…

Butterfly

  The butterfly dazzles And finds her hermitage On an unruffled leaf When unforgotten Are the times when she was chained And imprisoned until She came of age She rises and falls Flutters, dances and beautifies An otherwise mundane ambient And finds a heavenly dose Of nectar on the base Of a flower, until she…

Queen

A south Asian woman The kind that is not desi or masala And is found south of Adam’s bridge Possessing mahogany skin and ebony irises Is a canvas of two colors Brown, the kind that is tanned And shaded by the saturation of melanin And black, the type that is finely concealed Beneath oversized pull-up…

Counting Crows

Pray a little  – but not too far Listening to a mad man Sing “Rain King” on radio My queen at work and I house-hubby For three whole weeks, rest On a dorsal-ventral interface Of spine and mattress Tearing a little, sanity at odds Of losing it all And being a cuckoo in diaper-land When…