The Last Mango

It is never easy when the bumper Season of mangos comes to an end. We look at mangoes, like we look At a woman’s breasts, starting with her Cleavage. We look at the color of the dress, Yellow and green, streaked around in mosaic paint. And we keep looking at the mango Wondering, if we…

The Storm

A beggar’s misery we really don’t see. Giving a coin or a 50 rupee note, is just a reflex For some people. We rarely Give a moment to look at a specimen That struggles daily with green dough, The type that goes to his palm In small numbers. Struggle is never easy It is a…

The Bible as for a Playboy

The old testament gathers pace Genesis is a right, one of many beginnings, Exodus is just paying forward lust  Finding a place called the promise land. You realize that the new testament Is your body, that finely-tuned sex machine, That dies many small deaths and resurrects A few hours later, horny and hungry. The body…

Sadness

Happiness, is a recipe, they say With ingredients. I chop a carrot and make some Carrot juice, after a gym workout. I had made the muscles of my legs Happy and now it was time To make my eyes, the rods and the cones, Sighted through the myopic lens. Everything I do, is to let…

Hope

There is the somber, and the outright dark. We can’t hide from the inevitable, Death, strikes us like a gong,  We are only armed to handle the delicate. As you remind yourself, epiphanies are never always good. We send SOSs from our dungeons Searching for a rope ladder. You too have stumbled on to sorrow…