Retirement

## The Dog, The Dawg. The dog breeds men are. Those who go from doing doggy business, Styling as done in the doggy manual, Always letting the dog out loose. Now lazing on an armchair, Newspaper in his trusted palms, Reading today’s news. He reads how the Political dogs are going on, Doing doggy business,…

Time Vessel

I storm out of the door, Late for an appointment with a student. When I realize that time by habit, Drifts faster than we can play catch up. Birthdays now come so fast, Aging is like a speedy morphing process, When one year ends and a new one Begins. And in this timescape, Breaking down…

Autumn Apples and Pears

We yearn for the summer, to feed Us with sun tan, cricket, a little bit of firewater, A crispy packet of chips, being broken into two On mandibular doormats. And summer, carries the red eye of aero planes Being drunk to the tonsils, dancing to red bull And Pitbull, the revelry of journeying And partying,…

Ungraceful Age

An eternal paradox, wings of age and wisdom’s rock Wrinkles on the forehead, anchors thrown from the dock Through the mirror, sweet lies creep in to the heart A piece of time, an ark that defies an apocalypse of art Hark, a voice inside, a mystery no more Age drowns the residual mirth, youth hidden…

Death Bed

Deathbed can be a lonely place Even with your family around you Tearing one by one, while silent prayers Levitate through little chimneys of the heart. You feel the exasperation of knowing The last bout of gas that passes through the air sacs Might be the next or the one after When your inhale sounds…

Forties

When 40s roll You dig deep into your wishing well To look at what glows inside The mutiny of the body equates To the depleting chemicals and what one can think is How to rake in the dough While the mind is summer is a fruit salad The autumnal mind is a perfectly layered pudding…

A Slow Day

Some days are slow – especially at middle age And some are as fast as a hare scampering Towards a carrot and being caught in this dichotomy Is not easy and those tortoise days – short of grains of energy Lackluster as the withered wrinkled face Of an old man with Alzheimer’s trying to remember…

Aging

I see mists and murk Darkness and fear I see doubt like monsters Feeding in on my insecurities And procrastination runs backwards Trying to capture a piece of youth And here you begin to realize That the orange stick you hold Seemingly a mutated life-carrot That is chewed by age-teeth Is really a dose of…

Pendulum

On the mirror which is a measure of age Man finds a strain of life, in decay Silver highlights and wrinkle cracks Muscle-bulked chambers and plaque-cramped lobes Age after all is the unconquerable The one event undomesticated by thought And empirical deed And when man retreats Back to his spoon-fed diaper age His still impulsive…