Regret

Regret ponders Like Rodin’s thinker, Holding a weight heavier than of Atlas Letting sand slip up and down, Weathering away like any rock To a primal force of nature And you are, the lesson You learnt too late, the shadow Of your collective fate, To make something count, In anterograde transport, Just to nourish individual…

First Time

A blend of dance And song Bridged in anatomy. Hide and seek And foreplay Become dyslexic charades In that giant step of discovery You realize That Montessori, is When you learn, That every toy In your playful hand, Is to be used and misused. And London Bridge Was always supposed To break And fall down…

Noisy Creatures

There is more dolphin, in our love making, More snout, fin-palms and rising from the tail, More happy noises, than what a child makes, with,  Fist pumps, and sloppy drooling sounds From her tiny little mouth. So in a A short symphonic piece I stood, knowing what I felt Could only be explained by feuding…

Gay Topology

The ocean billows over vast tectonic plates, While the cliffs carve out meeting the ocean. There are valleys looking up mountain tops, And monoliths empowering the scenery.   And there too, are lovers, blanket like A plateau, covering a land comprising two peaks, Both locked into a fusing plain, as if they Had collided over…

Soul

Clocking how speedily life unravels Is no easy feat. When you’re 40, it Seems to be getting quicker by the day, And 50, I suppose, would send Me packing to the graveyard much faster. Still there is nothing, worth carrying with you, As you learn to realize that baggage is disposable. And the only survivor…

Omnivore

I’m not here to secretly pass myself As an economy. I’m just a loose canon Who ignites on real issues, like how In this design of omnivorous, we eat Everything thrown at us – which should really change, After all, everything is not hunky dory. Still chicken liver has arsenic, kan kun has got Cadmium…

Melbourne

Dedicated to all my friends in Melbourne.  That place in the corner Of down under, that endearing town. A hodge-podge of young hopefuls Who sell their palms to industry, Their hearts to plurality, And live and die, on these intersections Where two colors meet, and paints One with the other. That Color-assimilated partiality, which washes…

Stumbling Man

Considering I’m told, that I’m Just a specimen battling my own badass self The boldness of a bison, that I feel Is a residue of my grandfather’s genes. And still, I look like a bison, Broad chested, the top half bigger than the bottom, More flesh than muscle. In this self, Nagging now, after 41…

Unicorn Autumn

Like the first flower, so delicate So honest, on a meadow of green grass, Like a dandelion, that has no purpose in being loud Only being yellow as she meant to be, As tall as your truth can hover, Taller than any church, pagoda or minaret, Defining what we extract at will, Was now in…