Superman

  No man, not even Superman Is immunized to fear. When your Cape is in the laundry, you have to step Forward as the mortal you are, kryptonite On the inside, burning like coal. You body needs to carry every carriage, every organ, Connected together by the embroidery Of blood vessels and nerves. You realize…

A Valentine’s Heart

The day that makes you forget, How fatty and bloody, an amorphous mold Of flesh, tube and valve, is. A chamber that makes its own electricity, And goes “dub dub” like a drumbeat. A viola leaf shaped organ in blood red, Is where we symbolically place, The origin and residency of love. An organ that…

Ireland on St Patrick’s Day 2018

How the windy plains, Hides the whispers of personal anguish, Those villages left behind by time. The land of Seamus Heaney, The poetry of large stones, marking Borders, and games of Gaelic football Kicks and catches, that Go marching forward, while In the middle of town, rest, The archetype Church, the tinted Glass and the…

St Patrick’s Day

March becomes the march, Called a crawl, a long pub crawl. How bellies distend to beer-bellies In one night of frolicking fun. How a country of Catholics, Share the Eucharist of French Fries And draught beer, and that day, That transcends to the next one, Spanning past midnight, when You find storytellers, relaying anecdotes That…

Friendship

Why do we live in a world, Where we draw circles, Venn diagrams ? Of the counts we call amity.  The loneliest place to be is an unshared Conversation, looking at the ceiling, And wondering what the other is doing, Roof watching or dreaming, looking At a star-filled sky. We all search for two-way infections,…

Going Viral

In this era, of swashbuckling viruses, Zika, HIV, influenza and Dengue, There is yet another fighter going viral,  To where no man has ever Been before, the throngs of eyes That become educated of the existence Of a life form, that shares the same prefix “Self” As selfish, and reproduces profusely, Showing how easy it…

Stephen Hawkins is No More

It is with great sadness, I hear that Stephen Hawkins is no more Among the living. A man who beat disease And made himself the only inhabitant of a niche That was his by invention and by colony. A man who defied a motor neuron Disease and demonstrated the tangents of a beautiful mind, A…

Earthling

The world is a turquoise globe. Fact not myth or delusion. How do iconoclasts spend their day ?, I suppose, in solitude or loneliness. Copernicus, showed us that the world Was not flat, and still there are abundant Flat earthers selling their story, With no trouble on the inside. And flat earth, Will always be…

A Cat and a Teenager

The cat prowls in to the yard to excrete, A practice that I find horrible, When you consider that I have to sweep The foliage and collect the fallen leaves, Inside a garbage bag. How the cat, Walks to the grass, when no one is around, And lets go of his muscled solids. I wonder,…