7 Childrens Poems

My publisher asked me whether I could write some children’s poems. I took up the challenge. I would be grateful if you could comment on whether they fit that age-group. 1. Teeth Smile, Laugh, Cry,  Dance for the sake of dancing, Sing for the song is On the tip of your tongue, Cry, every time…

Life in a Time of Scientific Thought

I stand your slave, your serf, your servant, Only lifting my head when you speak to me, How in this climate change walloped earth, You can search for the origin of providence, And the chisel-work of evolution, How abiogenesis made the primordial cell, What evolution took to a different level, A different stage. How in…

Orgasm

The kite and the wind Beautiful partners, in the choreography Of matter and medium. Flesh and drift. They dance like there’s no tomorrow In somersaults and flips And when the wind gathers speed The kite dances stronger And the thread hangs on to the tension Knowing how steep the final climb is, to heaven, And…

There is no audience for poetry

There was a lecture on why We don’t have bread queues anymore Seemingly bread is too trivial, too insipid For the common man And I still shuffle and conjure words For some much-needed green dough And the poet toying with words And applying for tenure As a lecturer, is given a redundancy check And told…

Launch of ‘Kite Dreams’

  Dear Readership, Yesterday was the launch of my maiden collection of poems. Some of the pictures of yesterday’s proceedings are shown here with this small notice. The poems in this collection were largely written between 2014-2015 and my partner/accomplice in delivering the poetry collection to the public, is none other than, Sarasavi Publishers. The…

Beach

Oh the beauty of a sand pit That basks in the eternal sunshine And moistens to the neaps and springs A yellow continuum that marks The perimeter of an island And carves her endless coastline A place for the playful and the serene Where kites hover like sky-princesses And sun-bathers lay idle While sunbeams work…

Kite

Playmate of feeble frames Playing on the stage of god Playing one beautiful role As a waltzing puppet of the playful wind Playing notes of a happy scale – on boyish fervor; A glow radiating from irises And a gale blowing through the heart – When the only player worthy Of her playful antics Is…