Wednesday, June 23, 2010


Widening cracks leaking roofs
choked drains in the courtyard
water logging and myriad
such small things make rains a pain

there's no romance in rainbow
I can't shape colours of morning
morning shapes my colour

I'm the first victim of my view-s
that shape my head each day
realities and yoga conspire

drinks and pills deride from clothesline
flowers and trees speak in grey
compost of years oozes no wisdom

whatever the poetry it stinks
idols on the beasts and cattle
overload the carriage
I can't deliver the burden

prostrate and worship
touch the feet foolishness
sitting on the ground
in the dust degrade

it's long fog with blurred sight
virtually blind no seer
no revelations


Saturday, June 19, 2010


Decomposing in
the PC's memory
a frozen image
they try to trace logging in
the lady of charity


Saturday, June 5, 2010


Before the ant-eaten roots

yield to storm and the roof cracks

I must find a new shelter

to escape the full collapse:

the facade of specious house

and dead wood midst dust and green

have popped up myths of ages

academics recycle

holding gods in the hand

in cozy illusions

perpetuate newer

games of convenience


Wednesday, June 2, 2010


With henna hue
the ascetic's matted hair
and net of words
fish innocent women
at the holy Ganges