Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Secrets of the Banyan

Smoke rises on the distant hills
Coloured mists dreamt it into being.
I walk among the clouds this night,
Among the empty valleys.
The snow makes it white
And coloured thoughts are lost on the breeze.
Bright green leaves burst with life
But mask death's pale visage
What happens after we die?
Do the thoughts turn black?
Bring me to the ocean's edge
for I must follow my thoughts
To the depths of my dreams
Beyond the fields of sand
Beyond the realm of the stars
To stop only at the great Banyan Tree.

My Body

My body, a funeral pyre
My body, your sermon of fire
My body, Phoenix before rebirth
My body, six feet under the earth.
My body, a tropical storm,
My body, a child unborn
My body, the music room of fire and rain
My body, a tuneless refrain.
My body, a grieving wife,
My body, harbinger of life
My body, a harlot's curse
My body, a death by verse.


Midnight whispers stole you away,
And I haven't slept a wink since.

Random calls, random falls,
Random cries, random buys
Define my nights,
since Ted fund his Sylvia anew!

My nerves are still raw,
But lumps of sugar sway,
Toy boys arrive on cue to play.

My nights grow plumes,
Purple bruises of gloom
Insatiable insanity knocks again.

Monday, September 1, 2014


And the rains came tonight,
To wash the dust away
From the crevices of my Soul.

The thunder clapped too loud,
To drown out the sounds
Of his song strain.

Eager for the feast, I grew
When hunger gnawed my empty mind,
Insatiable I leaped to the flame,
And chewed my burnt hands instead. 

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Love in the time of Insanity

I waited for the thunderstorms,
but the dusty man arrived.
I looked away
for reasons grey,
While jittery hands jived.

Like shadows dance in a twilight song,
We moved in peaceful surrender.
Madness crept in
through the blinds
And giggled at our splendor.

A song sung blue, raindrops too,
the dusty man did create
yet all in vain,
like a common refrain
the smoky chitchat permeate.

The tin man wanted a real heart
the dusty man wants to play his part...
A cure for his shudders is all he seeks,
Love in the time of insanity, peaks!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

In the Shadows

When the boundaries blur,

And my words slur,

I pray for you.

When the rosary ends,

At the twilight bends,

I look for you.

When my sight grows dim,

And my love-wine brims,

I am wet for you.

When the downpour dries,

To a desperado's sigh,

I fight for you.

When evening calls,

Dear Paris falls,

I die for you.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Lucy Decides to Die - V

Three days later, Jove still had no idea, where his wife had gone. She appeared like thin air. Invisible and omnipresent. He had spent three days trying to find her. He had waited and waited for her call. He kept wishing the door would open and she would walk in. Perhaps they would fight, but atleast she would be here. When finally, three days had passed he knew she wouldn't come back. He had suspected it from the first, and now he was positive. she had run away with another man.

He didn't know who. And he didn't know why. All he knew was she wouldn't have left him unless there was someone else. He cursed her, spat at her name and decided to go for work. No whore could keep him from living his life. He had always known she would leave him one day. All 5 years of their marriage , he had known she was having an affair. He decided, that God had given him a second chance. This infact was the best thing that coulod have happened to him. Now , that she had left, he realized that he didn't really love her. And for the first time in years he felt free.

Jove was a new man. That day, he had a long bath, and dressed immaculately. He felt young, free and energised. He had his life ahead of him, and no love-less marriage to hold him back. He smiled, and was happy that his wife had cheated on him. For he would never have had the courage to end the marriage that he now knew, he didn't want.

Jove was happy. He went to work. And he wished that he would never see his wife ever again.