Tuesday, November 26, 2013

False step

Wary of a false step
a snail chews on 
the darkness in its shell 
and waits in solitude. 

Wednesday, November 20, 2013


My complaints about life
dissolve into dreams. 
I have super powers in sleep
to deal with each of them.
When I wake up 
I am already exhausted for 
the ordinary living that follows.
This twilight like truth 
doesn't stay with me for long.
It slips into foliage
Wind does its job
and I go on to collect
more material for my dreams.
Prepare the next battle. 

Friday, November 8, 2013

Towards movement

Life reminds us all the time
it is not a check list
but a checkered one.
Litany is always on.
No break in prayers.
Prayers for
luck this and luck that.
Luck everything.
The dark patch is always
a shadow of success.
And while waiting
hope sprouts between the feet.
Tickles us into movement. 

Wednesday, November 6, 2013


Nothing ordinary 
happens in the past
Put ears to the ground 
clods exchange notes.
And memories 
the young mountains 
pierce the skies. 
Trees remain witness and dispatch
progress reports every season.
And the bees carry tears 
glinting on their back  
Dark and golden
To bloom a thousand flowers.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

When we talk

History happens every day
and when we talk, every moment.
Peering down the throats
of mighty anecdotes
We remember the times
And narrate it like griots
We play the see-saw game
of the hee-haw.
The pulse of an electric smile
is felt in the air
We could break off into
unknown physics here
But history
it keeps happening
when we talk
and the thrill
is of the future.