Aborigines

A round Eucalyptus bark, gather, B reathless groups of men, dark as cocoa, O verlooking a rusty dome, Uluru, it is called. R emembering an adolescence of gleaning, I ndustrious in harnessing the abracadabra of a land; G oing for a bath to a billabong, to a high on pituri, I ndigenous, and still loyal…

Haikus on Caribous

How in tens they appear, Through the ghostly woods, Shaming Walmart. Those deciduous branches, A far cry from tips of antlers. Like acorns & pine cones. How in the heart of winter, Caribous trek thick dunes of snow, Masts but no sail. Tundra in a meltdown, While the boreal shifts latitudes, As do caribous. Through…

Baby Blues

How after 4 years, together, we see two indentations, on a mattress, the beauty sleeps, that become discolored impressions, You see, as a measure of time. I can’t help smile, seeing my wife, keeps her legs hoisted in the air, to allow for the tadpoles to swim through by gravity, while a Sunday Times newspaper…

-I Love You-

How we loved, the exhales, To the exfoliants, the chemistry, Of what was so tender, and if not, Unrushed, The little bit of daylight, between me And you. How we let our blindfolds, Strip our pupils, our peep holes. While we begin the seduction, Juxtaposition-ed fragrances, ever-closing gazes, The mouth in extenuating circumstances, Mouthing, With…

On Father’s Day 2018 (To my Dad)

The difference, between “my father”, And “our father”, is that, one gave me life, In the form of a tiny, swimming tadpole,  And stood as my canopy, On my darkest night; while the other, Gave me heavenly incandescence, To evaporate my tears, and to mirror my face With the saffron sun. While I thank my…

We Are Who We Are

##   How the wedding day, had two shifts, We danced in both. In the dayshift To a Christina Perri number, That, the first and only dance, And the other, to the silence of The night. The little we knew, about The dance moves, the choreography, And still we did something That night. How when…

For the Love of Writing

We thump our feet in anger When fate swindles us. We thump our knees, in anguish When agony is absolved of beauty. We thump our buttock cheeks On seats listening to those, Whose flirtation with glory, is a crown, that fits, And a shoesize that gets bigger by the day. We thump our palms, calling…