I grew up In this cityIn which I have agedOr it has aged with me, can't sayI see wiresAs callusesI planted seeds in Its visceraEons ago NowBrick by brickThey take outIts innardsWith the precisionOf a surgeonI think ofEducating myselfI am sceptical of RuinsWho dies a natural death? … Continue reading Ruins
Lustful staresRavenous despairs.Luscious lipsSumptuous hips.Ample bosomFeelings blithesome.Beautiful thighsSensuous sighs.Smouldering embersIntoxicating splendour.Mahogany firesTempestuous desires.Million kissesCrazy blitzes.Carnal burstsQuenched thirst. From page 7 of my first book 'Rhythmic Hues,' published in 2014.
the scent of Frangipani flits between my day and night catching hold of me unwittingly; tapping on my shoulders some times or announcing its arrival as a thunderbolt surreptitiously filling your taste in my mouth that I discipline myself to forget or the moon's incandescent light stupefies me into loving myself in the manner your… Continue reading Tempestuous fires- 2
Why most of the time I feel listless Encumbered, maybe I am not meant for This world, I don’t know when will I get rid of The karmic debt, this feeling of not being enough, this feeling of being lost in a world That seems indifferent, that seems to operate in A dimension unfathomable for… Continue reading I am not enough
'Tis not easy, when as far as you can see, you see your needs and desires falter through dark skies of June; weeds- they spread through Nimbus patches of sorrow, pasted on a black canvas; your hopes fail to soar upon rhombus kites and you see yourself finally nipped, slowly writhing as a defeatist.
Mostly I wish away time as adolescent boys loiter theirs Like butterflies flutter I crave for spaces In exotic lands Like seeds that remain buried I try to breathe in vacuum, too Like seeds that germinate I find my ideas grow tall And big Sometimes I can't reach Those stratospheric spaces Why then my mind… Continue reading My mind
I hide my sallow face behind a veneer cocooned As shapeless emotions And shifting thoughts consume me I hear my wail echo I swallow darkness My eyes tear apart a black hole I taste a concoction Of my mother's flesh And my being I find refuge in a primitive cave I don't understand the language… Continue reading A refugee
I have met death once it was brusque when it should have been prudent, and I saw it forming a symmetry between itself and my reflection I felt vexed with the image I saw This time isn't appropriate, I had thought I have long been afloat like the wooden logs in running streams But, that… Continue reading Denouement