Every week at farmer’s market She sets her bench with jars for sale Blueberry jam on a blue tarp Come rain or shine or snow or hail. Thirty winters perfected her Recipe—consistent, precise. Blueberry jam sealed in her jars— She sells them at nominal price. “My boy is doing well in school. My boy has … [Read more…]
A writer trembles in a coat that’s too thin On frosty platform that’s foggy and dim. Flickering tungsten lamp shivers along. A shadow wearing an overcoat long Approaches him, “Need a cigarette? Ten-thirty today is running quite late.” “Some six years ago I had called it quits But sometimes I give in,” Writer admits. “I … [Read more…]
My troubled mind wanders—lost in a troubled state; My peace is the apathy for future outcomes— Apathy for the future is so hard to inculcate. There’s calm before the storm—I let my mind meditate. Impending cloudburst a falling droplet welcomes. My troubled mind wanders—lost in a troubled state. My heartbeat chooses to race with the … [Read more…]
Have they abandoned this parking lot? We’ll borrow roller-platforms from those limbless beggars. We’ll skateboard; ride and roll up the concrete While they are too busy patting their sorrows to sleep. Let’s choose a downhill from those we already have, Discover trenches deeper than those we already found. Let’s roll up against gravity and hope … [Read more…]
I see a white hare, it’s tuft floating there Traversing over blues. Can I have it? There’s a goose chased by dragon in the sky. Oh wait! Is this season duck or rabbit? Fuzzy shapes they make. Of muffin. Of cake. A bowl. Some noodles! Chopsticks! Artichoke? Look! A perfect one—encircling the Sun. Gods must … [Read more…]
Stranger, would you fetch me please my bowl for alms. I must have forgotten it at the edge of this world. A repurposed soup-can someone left me as a gift Rusted so slightly around the edges of its lip; And a dent from a kind-hearted stranger’s kick. Maybe it’s filled with the kindness of men … [Read more…]
Hills beyond a hill, indefinite until Brownish landscape meets with the sky. No sight of trees to slow down the breeze. He gushes with laughter as this river flows by. It all turns dry through winter’s cold lens. Such is this provenance of his sentience. Marks on the cliffs reminds him of glyphs— Text of … [Read more…]
You’ve been out for a couple of seconds You are a slimy drip, you are still. Someone then smacks your back You cry and let your lungs fill. Your first punishment in this world First life-lesson to be instilled— “Don’t forget to breathe” The city you chose to grow up in Is obscured in smog-like … [Read more…]
“Here comes Mr. Roy—the rising young star, He steps out of mansion and heads for the car. His girlfriend is with him in a stunning blue dress. He himself in casuals is dressed to impress. Rumour has it—they are headed for a play. They met at a party an year ago, this day. Will he … [Read more…]
Halt o’ kind men, in suit, in pursuit. Listen to the tales I sing on my lute. When I conclude I’ll lighten your mood With three bars of music, and one string of truth. One song for sorrow and three songs of joy; A verse on the verso—this tale is a decoy Of turns of … [Read more…]