How can I be benign again
blood on my hands
yours too
blood in the skies
spilled on the road
wipe them off, how can I be benign again?
Mild flutter of the wind
blood stutters
blood in these rains from the firmament
how can I be benign again
as it takes time for the blood to coagulate, turn fiery red?
I’m writing less these days.
Figuring out the reason
I lose the frame of mind
That has till now
Heated my coffee,
Whose depth you compared
With my navel.
The times you gifted me with
Awaits at my threshold
Not to enter into my domicile
But to resurrect in me
The ancient tradition
Of coating love with courtly songs
Where I’m Petrarch
And you my Laurel,
Coronating the chase with
A second’s glance of the Human-god.
Woe seems me.
Lie beside me and daydream,
feel this silent, soft warm magic.
Breathe to me a tender kiss
and promise to promise me nothing
but good memories.
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This morning the scatter of sun paled into dark ashes
cloud bursts, spring — fire of rain
cats hurried inside
dogs looked baleful
people on streets strutted as usual like flaunting people, even as the news mourned Kashmir and France. I took the pen, sorry the computer,
to look at thoughts, with the stigma
of insatiable death
lurking in headiness.
Please feel free to don’t hesitate to
I’d be more than happy no problem
awesome unbelievable have a nice
the last four digits this call may be
your wait time is if you act now
limited time side effects include
revolutionary important message
sources close great breakthrough
comparable value actual savings
you’ve been pre-approved
just ask your own doctor if
results may vary not typical
FDA ADL LDH LDS STP
ADP PDA PGA AGA GPA
LGA ANA DNA NAD TVA
…. never mind.
They speak of love
as cotton candy
They queue up a serpent
of sweat and hope.
I’ve known love
as that balcony silhouette
in colorless petticoats
watering dead hibiscus
Her vacant eyes
have met mine at times
if only by accident.
Her wrinkles split
by narrow sun beams
stretch in half-smiles
now and again.
I’ve known love
as a gray-haired refraction
no queue can reach
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I am in awe of creative ideas
irreverence for the revered
life’s too short to sit and wonder
life’s to long to fill with hatred
life’s too short to sit and wait
life’s too long not to love everyone,
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may…”
Avoided them for 35 years
A person I almost married
Was a cherry eater
We ended badly
Swore them off forever
Till now
Funny how I held a grudge
against a fruit
Enjoying them again
They are dangerous though
The pits
Going slow, enjoying the ride
Nothing has happened ever since
the first embers of the sun
reduced to ashes, misshapen
animals pranced around
unaware of grotesque features, wildly rabbits danced, the wildlife
sanctuary nearer home
bristled with poachers
even as the sad-looking deer
withdrew into a shell, mingled with the habitat
human beings only prowled
around, and guilt hung on the wind helpless, grief in sin
who lives now, bird animal man
mammal, the elephant’s tusk is precious, more dear
than ordinary humdrum lives.
Words
Too many words
Exist
To exist
Too exist
And I use
Too many
Just
To exist