You tell me that I have betrayed my ownBecause I do not write about theStruggles and the persecution.My words do not, you say, reveal theHumiliation faced by mine –Ancestors, Fathers, Uncles, Brothers.You tell me that I have betrayed my ownBecause…
Ah, the mellow yellows of the plump mangoes Your deliciousness is a heady drug’s dose You, the sober blues of lashing waves, your speed and patience last eternal days That comforting gold of the sunlight’s streak, I crave your touch on…
Dress up for someone who doesn’t show up, or couldn’t. Come back, take a stroll in your empty apartment, tiptoe around in those shimmery grey stilettos; they will hurt more now. Pick your phone, click a selfie and in between…
Whatever love it’s love. It’s a bonfire An autodafe’ Unrequited, Untamed it burns. Filial, familiar. Like earthquake It shakes the house Tears down buildings Hides in the closet Or under the bed. Doors shut. Regrettable, forgettable Wrinkled bed…
resplendent Goddess when you become we will worship you with flowers, the best roses we shall decree lotuses, pink-gold, fifty-five petals no less incense mesmerising intoxicating only the pure can visit they must fast a whole day and half pine,…
If you find a girl, don’t make her yours— she won’t get your obscure literary allusions, so why not give up on poets who cut lines in search of heads, top quite gone? You can turn any word into…
1 I saw the reflection of you in my morning cup looking like me. Oh Narcissus, our love of peering at ourselves is only an illusion. Do not be afraid of the edges nor the ripples in the water, it…
You strung them up together, A constellation of sin, Black suns, primitive blurs, counterparts to our purity, As if humanity turns inside Out by a type of love you won’t accept. You can’t Repress this urge for beauty killed. It’s…
Going to every room, touching every wall— embracing, feeling, absorbing like you can take it away, along some of it at least. You can see yourself little, fragile, undamaged in your summer courtyard of 1998 running, falling, giggling, fighting; now…
We fall, into the abyss. Into the pit, dug by our Actions, our Inactions, formed of our Misdeeds. Yet, blame, we shall, our Misfortune. The Tides- they rise. They fall. The Virtues we thought we held dear; the Promises…
Fried chicken cashew nut, She’s hot in a sassy Indian curry salad Sort of way. Fried chicken with oyster sauce Lips parted; Stuff omelet, She’s hungry. Deep fried pudding fish with curry – (Pouting flesh, lipstick crimson) Fried fish…
It was early morning but still, the old man and his aged wife Had not been told yet, That their son had died, in a faraway land, amidst aliens. In stones no words were written grey The morning sun…