From virus to virusI have kept my date with not dying,tossing and turning in sheets,cough syrups and repurposed antibiotics.Inside me, the pathogen worms,outside me, the pathogen storms,in the middle of it all: a spent spring.Intervals of time don’t matter,intervals of…
Category: Poems
The Forgotten Barbecue
It has come upon meonce more, this month ofinquisitions, the detourto the roads I never thoughtI’d take. Behind me and beyondthe misty miles, lie themuch-dreamt meadowsthat will never be my home now. They beckon me yet againlike the foliage of…
This Drop Come Home
This drop on the sill, a distant cloud come home on wings of heaviness, or grief as I know.
Month of August
Sullen rain simmers, pretends to slalom yet surrenders,recoils in the clouds of sodden discontent.Arid thoughts smother the sapless stalks of life.It is the month of August, the fat middle ofan unrelenting virus, spinning off the sporesof a shivering November,it’s nowhere…
Lend Me the Assassin
What memories have etched this incision in the night?The heart will not crumble—without a reason—in the night. The throbbing in the air is the labour of my breathing,The chorus of the sighs is a petition in the night. The splinters…
Moondust
Like a penitent pigeon, grief has settled again on the ledge;
Molten moons have lingered and shone in vain on the ledge.
Afterwards
Afterwards, I shall be a mote swirling at your window,Without a breath, or a heartbeat, ringing at your window. Noon has stumbled through the crumbling buildings,Like a silence among the wooers singing at your window. Withering are the curses traded…
Wet Charcoal
Each night I bleed a part of my soul to her beauty, Silken words congeal like a mole to her beauty. A lone moon is treading forth the liminal dust of evening, The dying sun has hitched a veil of…
The Winter of Tonight
Old lesions fester and seep in the cavern of tonight,Broken vows gather and weep in the cavern of tonight. A high wind sways the maimed tree of deodar,The axmen are crowned in the tavern of tonight. Upturned chairs wait not…
Years in the Ash
The old year shrivels like a dog-eared calendar in the ash,Days fuse into dust, hope into hungry tinder, in the ash. For a decade of writing my heart out on the Internet,The façade has imploded in its splendour in the…
A Leaf by The Nightfall
Forgotten on the heath like a sheaf by the nightfall,The sea of love has withered on the reef by the nightfall. Happiness will recede with the beat of her footsteps,The dust will settle like a grief by the nightfall. A…
Only the Crows
Derrick J. Night, who writes everyday about his incredibly plenteous garden, weaves subtle symbols and imagery in the titles and subjects of his photo-filled posts. Yesterday, I was struck by the title of his post, 'Only the Crows', the moment…
One Grain Amongst the Storm 