Tragedy of America

  How the world revolves Around the mania in the Unites States ! Scientists are at rallies blaming the Trumpist movement For not being the climate change faithful. The common folk blame the new white house Of being brash and ignorant. The poets rally around shame and guilt The shame of being part of a…

Coin Collection

I look at my coin collection Old and new, copper and brass Rupees and cents, a reminder That the little circles that we fondly Slipped inside a till, were blown away By paper and plastic. The collections That we treasured falling through A black hole, to time. Now we are filled With a careless strain…

O

Demand and supply has relevance To the commerce of man and woman A fiery encounter when you split Fire, pleasure and vibration, to take her to the cosmic orbitals She wants you to. O is a letter in the alphabet A vowel that can be slipped through In rolled tongue, blown in rolled lip curvature…

Lethargy

Seated at the corner I see the vehicles pass me by The traffic of runaway traction And I holding on to my beige coat. I have a Big Mac, a coke and a little apple pie in my hand. My so called American lunch. I’m immovable from this moment. Stuck in a rot in my…

Sleep

Sleepless fool Blinks to the edge of fall To the last rites of a peace All wars prostrate to. Sleepless is a sentence A mile of conscious emotions Making you weary And needing the beauty Of the armistice of self And selfless, the mutiny Of the pineal gland, To make reason deficient Of her essence….

Pantomime

They say Sri Lanka, a tiny island Nation has so many gay men masquerading As straight, in sparsely ploughed marriages The nucleus of which gets bigger With the arrival of the first born. How difficult must it be to make a tiny clit Muscled like Hercules, to make love With a space suit on –…

India

Through the clouded fog You retreat from the street bazaar To burrow inside a cottage, A feeling that you’re under the terrain Lost to the flesh and haunted by a haven’s Carnal solitude. A fireplace summoning You to be one with the earth And the flow of bodies undulating Like ocean beasts with froth And…

Humility

In the contradiction to worth In the submission of self To the outer perimeters of brick Laid in flesh, you remember That the home, in-spite a flesh haven, Is too, a bed for the lover, a sanctuary for the friend And an outhouse for the stranger. And in these vicissitudes, Man needs to be giving…

The Black Woman

To hell with the white chicks with floral dresses. She’s the devil in bed, a black woman On the back seat of a bus A seat that barely fits her big booty No wonder the black man walks behind his ‘sister’. The brother is in dire hoop pains, In aching need, to molest his palms…