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…]
The day they finally hid Jonathan Bakshi in a box And lowered him behind a church that was marked orthodox, Although he wasn’t one, that I can say For I have known him for years, maybe months and even days. His wife departed him—a stroke she couldn’t evade. Behind the same orthodox church, her mortal … [Read more…]
You are not made of nouns—Not the one gifted properly when you were welcomed into this world,Not the ones of convenience by those that saw you grow up,Not the ones of ridicule for some couldn’t stand your presence,Not the ones of adoration by those who moved your essence.You are not made of nouns—Not the laid … [Read more…]
This freedom that’s bestowed on us is not devoid of suffering.Each tie we cut exercises our tolerance of agony.Relinquish the comforts of mind and flesh for thoughts to let shrinkand relish the silent breathing. Relinquish these ties to be free.Suffering of the saints, the martyrs are cast from the same hardened mould—fights indistinguishable from each … [Read more…]