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…