Sri Lanka

### How beautiful for a country, To come out of her mother’s uterus,   A bundle of rock, sand and clay, Drifting out through the pelvic bones, The Western and Eastern Ghats,   She, the infant Sri Lanka, breaking out, Of the Deccan Plateau, from Mother India’s womb,   Burrowing through the mucus, the slime,…

The Old Grand Father’s Clock

A grumpy old man, whose Right hand, like the longer Arm of a Grand Father’s clock, Came to a final full stop. Just like, how a man, with Parkinson’s, Was cured by one dose of the afterlife. How a Grand Father’s clock ticked on to a moment, When he was just like an old man…

The Habit

I say “fuck you”, to all the warnings, And the cancer pics on cigarette packs, Everything about me is Joe, Like that song on Cotton Eye Joe, knowing That I’m just a John Doe, To passers by and to a future coffin, While my lungs turn to the common cold, And then to a bout…

Love

The eternal pause of a body, Divine and yet mortal, Keeping up with love, on a pedestal,  The glowing object a woman is; Shimmering irises, selenographic face Encroaching lips, that know How only what God can Assemble together, is the bounty Of true love, the type that combusts On planks of wood. The rewards of…

Unemployment

Reality check, when you Look at your unlimited wealth Of a timescape, the horizons Packed against each other, Each a NY minute, And I, smelling the roses by The roadside, the thorn-less blooms That I see only now. I wish I had seen all of it before, and yet I see the shoulder of my…