Kerala to Las Vegas, Nevada. Lagoons, to a dessert town. The slot machines making Calamitous clanging noises, Of falling bonanzas. While a man goes through A little passage to an immigration officer, Who guards a post, while seated, Letting one man enter inside A narrow aisle, like a coin slipping inside A slot machine. 5…
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Frenemy
We don’t do unto others What they do unto us. We thieve others’ destinies, Locking them inside, door-less cells. We are the avengers; the raw Smile of deception, a Judas’s kiss, and the Sedimentary shoulder that briefs But doesn’t sink. There lies only a merger, Between treachery and thievery, The craft of a frenemy, is…
Read MoreMissionaries
I’m no black man I’m no gay man, I’m neither, Only an owl, that asks The perennial question “whom” To which there is an answer. A woman in short shorts, Ivory in complexion, Against whose tapestry of skin, Cradled against me, I become both black and gay, Happy as a child in Disneyland, When I’m…
Read MoreSome Pics from My 20s (From my days in Melbourne)
To my 531 followers. Thank you for reading my poetry. I miss Melbourne.
Read More9/11 (2)
New York, untroubled like a yellow taxi Shifting to the reverse gear, to see a pizzeria, Which saw life butchered and hung Like a butcher’s window. Life then, had stutters and hiccups. It was never free-flowing and serene As the Hudson. That morning, 16 years ago, Some mad men cut the orb of the sun,…
Read MoreAngels
Angels are those creatures That protect you from the dangers of life. And when you’re sitting duck to the mercy of the world You look inside to find angels – Gabriels and Michaels. And yet you find only one gender – women – And one woman, that used to flow to you like The furious…
Read MoreSex In Reverse Time
I made the clock go backwards Counter clockwise while making love. It was amazing how quick The orgasm came – in reverse And I didn’t need to do any kissing or foreplay. I was like a match stick that blazed And burnt in one flash. Like seeing God in an epiphany And my wife looked…
Read MoreFart
The smell of gases that a tiny hole throws Is caught by the nose A little aroma from your end-plumbing That other noses repulse And yours rejoice. There is nothing remotely musical As that little noise in your colon Caught in a colon-burp Accompanying a little heartbeat, a little drag of lungs And some finger…
Read MoreVirginity – Recycling An Old Post
As a choice virgin till marriage, I do have my reflections and thoughts to share on this rather uneasy issue. My virginity was a subject of far-reaching debate in most parts of the world and even caused continental rifts between groups of individuals. First, there was that rumor that I had lost my virginity to…
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