Maybe I’ve always chosen the cloth monkey over the wire one, tazing myself with absorption Maybe I chewed the apple straight to the cyanide Maybe I queued behind myself, ouroboros once or twice or ten times over Maybe I’m Sisyphus pushing my own boulder back down the mountain Might I follow through with this, these sotto calls to arms — just a red light … [Read more...]
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He has saved her from four lanes of traffic on the Inner Ring Road of Domluru brushed her black coat to a sheen, and dressed her up, starting at the tip of curved upward horns, she could hook the yellow moon with, to her well-trimmed hooves that were the nails of a princess, wrapping her in blood red, and green yarns, elegant silk saris, and bleeding madras. He leads … [Read more...]
He squats blowing life into coals of the ubiquitous shallow bowl to heat his fifty year old iron. He pushes his table cart from block to block where he is expected like a friend by those who need him to press their shirts and pants. He is unreflective, modest, smiles benignly if you greet him, doesn't need to advertise his presence with chatter, doesn't … [Read more...]
On the eve of mourning. Ganga moonlight shimmers. Hallowed soul… ancient spirits. Steps falling into water. Hazy, lazy, rolling. Completeness, full circle… transcendent. Circled blood red sun. Bells clanging, clanging. Dust to dirt and dirt to dust… dependent. Ever changing, ever remaining, always the same. … [Read more...]
You wonder gawking the twin impressed where you are, Silence is what rumbles, when eyes lashes down screaming there you are!! Memories snatches you back from being in extant, It’s when time knocks the crumbled soul vacant, Healing approaches pedalling on wheels of time, Illuminating the beauty back in your eyes, widening that lip curve shine. Arduous spirit sprouts … [Read more...]