In that day’s midnight I had to weave a poem around the spider that had fallen on my body and would crawl to a silky promise of my new clothes. I would scrub the crawly thing off and would watch it crawl on floor. But in my poem I cannot spider-weave a tale about the spider’s instant […]
With good part of the moon eaten by a shadow of our earth mother, just now we espy in the east of sky stretchmarks like we find at night on our mother’s child soft tummy . Now we see him back all of a piece grinning behind a waving coconut.
Back home our pony-tailed girls hopscotched four chalk squares. God, how pony tails ding-donged! May(a) I imagine you one of them. I wait for dusk to hide your black. Odd to see a black face in browns. Now old girls play ,bald and ribald. Like you they feel they have won. The others think they […]
What caused such a big tumult between you and vague other ,near the school’s rickety steps that it outlived you and other like museum in city’s history? The only thing clear is tumult. All else about the faces is blur.
During the day the insects keep coming in from the sun. In the evening they come from the earth, fully donning their silken wings. Their cousins are our dear old mosquitoes sleeping on the trees in the day.They are waiting for the night to open in our silky mosquito nets with tiny holes like stars. […]
Tengo got down at the rail station of a town of cats. There was something secretive about the way the cats went about in the town, thanks to the rubber pads they had in their paws. Like them Tengo’s father was a cat with rubber feet and he made no noise when Tengo’s mother allowed […]
A word that comes defines expectancy -an idea in underbrush, expectantly hid in its growth like plastic shining in color ,a plastic waiting to be picked up by kid.This plastic color came by itself into bush and underbrush, mere word under brush like a bird sitting on bush expecting to fly its body waiting to […]
In the grass walk I trampled on my laughing friends but they got up laughing all the time. The trees were friends whom I failed to accost but then I would walk between two trees every time in my “8” walk and would some times gently tap on their barks in a most friendly touching […]
After transience and a bone filling ,in the clay-pot for swirling waters, we are now into other poems about a ten year old mango tree one does not know if still exists, waving softly in old mind’s wind . And last of all to a swooping crow that was stealing a carbolic soap that now […]
Now I sit on top of the foundation dangling my feet in its future space. Opposite to me there is the sun just above the brick layers of clouds. Tall sun-burnt grass is waving to the wind. Now the sun is up sprinkling his shine on my shirt. He is now blinding my eyeglasses like […]