To Michelle

I watch you Sometimes with a hawkish eye At your gathering exercises When the broom assembles together The clutter by us, and all the time I am the watcher – seemingly oblivious As your grace becomes older And that smooth surface grows lines And dark patches encircle As dark matter fills galactic spaces And I…

Self-Reflection

Sometime we are sylphs Weightless like a feather when we feel The thrill of every passing moment With a spring in one’s step And sometimes – notoriously often….. We are circumspect, inner-wheels turning And the outer in a deadlock or stalemate Seemingly caught between two worlds The perfect Archie paradox – Betty or Veronica Yet…

Life Begins at 40 (On my 40th B’day)

  With age everything gets thicker The waistline, glasses and the shirt-fit But then you realize – as you stare at your wife – What a blessing age is, after all, all you have to do Is to look at the her hips and buttocks To realize that age is a miracle worker After all…

Big Bang Theory

Science and love Are far apart, seemingly separate domains That exist at the opposite ends Of the universe, love is organic Seemingly natural and forthcoming Where as science is synthetic, lab-conjured Simulation of the knitty-gritty, The reductionist, the nuts and the bolts Of the universe evolving in gradients And in these distinct DNA of two…

Shaving – An Honest Psalm

They say the jaw-bone tease Is like a lawn-mover Going through the same lines Over and over, and occasionally Just like Mars craters, there are Spinifex Fairy circles around pimple marks Still I make merry mowing the lawn And making a black undergrowth As neat as the front garden Yet unlike the green carpet around…

A Sensitive Man

A man nevertheless Rare and all out beta in a meadow of alphas A man of inner strength and outer fragility Perhaps even a HSP – A Highly Sensitive Personality Seemingly weak in the eyes Of the graceful gender, a man scarred By coupons of exclusion, rejected by generous bosoms And hourglass hips,  a lad…

Taking an ECG on a Sunday Morning

  They say 40s is the decade Of Cardiologists and the dreaded ECG And I, nearing in on my 40s Went to a hospital this morning and was severed By a nurse, who with big bosoms Looked a little immuned to a cardiogram I took off my T-shirt and she rubbed Some cream from the…

Ballad To Venus

Hold me For I’m the cotton handkerchief To your pale blue eyes Rope me For I’m the rugged jetty To your untrusting shoulder-blades Wait for me For I’m the Nimbus cloud To your heart’s drought Bloom on me For I’m the crescent of the night To your tender jasmine eyes Lean on me For my…

Dad (For Father’s Day)

A hero unsung in lip Unsuckled in breast Unpreserved in womb The winner of loaves In the currency of dough Feeding love-crumbs An unconditional donor Of what is immeasurable In sweat-dew’s worth Despite the condition Of being always Anatomically-unbridged The perennial biological pariah Who will linger in silence and shade As love’s messiah