All night long the cat has wailed, Halting the darkness in its trails; I have groped and gulped water and peed, Turned and tossed in my bed and quailed. The kitten was young and its queries small, The wheels that…
Category: Poems
Of Crows and Swans
Tumbling tonight in tavernous treks, My breath reeking of Sauvignon Blanc, I have courage enough to read the blogs of whitest crows and blackest swans. “Seven best ways to flag off a blog,” She croaked to soak in a hundred…
Gap-toothed Smile
In the recesses of the gap-toothed smile my tears are black. Pallid stars in the inky blue of a dying sky. A fly on the windshield of bliss wriggling in vacuum, Hanging still through swerves and sweeps of a listless…
The Northern Planes
The heat is baking the Northern Planes, Frankly, I am least worried, Father's beyond all heat waves, Mother has receded into her ribs. The summers bring the mangoes too, They now grow on puny trees, Long gone are the…
Nor Sleep Nor Dream
I slept dreamless on a Sunday noon. Marooned on an isle of lifelessness, spurned by the mattress, night after night, battling slumber's flight, it came as a boon. Life sits heavily on the chest; The incest with the inhaler brings…
The Sour Flute
(Is fair work rewarded often? Du Fu was a great Chinese poet who lived from 712 to 770 AD. He was doomed to a sad and deprived life as he failed in his many attempts to qualify the official civil…
To The Living
You want me to spread my heart on the bed, It’s both broke and cold; I watch my feet as I move ahead, There are cadavers on the floor. What is this they won’t let me peel? A sheet, a…
Ghostwalker
Standing on the untilled land, The wind sliding past my hairless pate, I proffer water with trembling hands And light the lamp of a withered fate. They said your soul will wail and wander On the breath and the…
That I Live Still —A Translation
"Emotions! What right had anyone to meddle with emotions? Words were invented to conceal emotions. It was the dreadfulness of raw emotion that had made language a basic necessity." ~Isaac Asimov I have been writing for long, mostly for folios…
One Grain Amongst the Storm 