In a Graveyard

I always wonder what it would be like To lose a loved one. And I imagine leaving a white lily Where she would be – my wife who passed away from cancer. I look around to see the lichen covered tombstones The weeds of nidikumba flowering in purple The sight of crows heckling the worms. … Continue reading In a Graveyard

Kiss Sutra

The frog tongue jumps out of Goldfish lips. Frenching is like fencing. Still there’s nothing sordid about Lip smack, even tongue gobble And a kiss, isn’t it the sublime honesty Of yearning-powered lips Fishing with a hook, to ensnare the catch Of a rosy-pink wonderland, Inching towards primal contact? There’s really nothing much towards Kiss … Continue reading Kiss Sutra