The darkness crept up
From behind my window
And formed a silhouette,
Of a black cascade
Resembling an epitome of lost beauty.
The wildfire of an unknown darkness
Mirrored in my dark eyes
Behind the darkness of my last tear,
Lay a bunch of misread thoughts.
Behind my thoughts,
The emotions lay misunderstood
Scrambled like a jigsaw puzzle
Misarranged.
To the days and nights, the morning prayers, lost in the void, of his fears, walking the pavement, gazing at the timber, far across the blues, hearing the whimper of the asters, the time was transient, a standstill, in sense,…
When your love has lived long enough, You have to check for signals to confirm it’s alive. A caress, the normal pulse. a hug, the rhythmic breath. A very rare act of love-making, the zig-zag lifelines on a medical screen.…
A sea of sand so limerent. Stalks its languid prey under a midsummer sun. A pitiful camel and its sun-stroked captain. Elements of pathos, on the verge. Pursued blatantly by an army of rolling dunes. Wisps of green, simmer on…
A tiny ray of the mighty sunWipes the darkness awayToeing the path shown by the enlightened oneMy bilboes one-by-one decay
In Flight Into your fiery mouth, I rush. I am ash. I am beyond myself, no longer a daughter cast out,
A naked Kali dances atop the mantlepiece. The smell of paraffin hangs in the air Like the death of glory on a breeze. This night would be a cold one. My sisters warn me about how Like the red and…
She’s ashamed of my eyes. She’s left my eyes to the fish. My lips are abandoned buildings. My jaw is Detroit. My feet live below the poverty line. I am trapped in traps. She is made of milk and jewels…
A beginning A glowing promise beckons Days are short; time is shorter. Surprise around the corner In autumnal tones awaits I am in turmoil Wanting the radiance of new Desperate to leave history behind Rid the sterile pessimism of Unfulfilled…
I was brushing off the memories of yesterday over a pause in the afternoon when I heard a knock on my pillow. A person I had met once before called from the door. Greetings were passed. ‘Nothing’ was up and…
There is hope only for the dead — they who have been buried or are willing to burn. I shape myself with life — a hungry mantis fighting to keep death away I hasten within — the scream of a…
Trying to sleep but butterflies fill me. Every face I’ve known seem sealed in my memory. The trinkets of hair I once owned, now just hills on the countryside. Only if I would forget my past, three pawns and an…
Across the plain where dust moves like a little creature running from itself, there is a room in the palace where I lie down on the soft carpet. I listen to Sri Sattru playing an evening Raga on his…