Friday, October 16, 2009

For the Future

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Sunday, July 12, 2009

Three Poems for Posterity:

When it’s Too Late

Dawns, no longer fervent,
With the promise of day,
Lay punctured
At the fettered feet
Of a dead summer sun
That cannot rise.

“Love”, an early bird waits
Spreading its pallid wings
Waits to soar and sing
And falls.

The prancing deer, moans
Not even endeavoring
To un-hinge
Its stiff arthritic knees…
The elfish eel, eye-less
Sees no more.

To this ashen terrain
Of washed up jade
Color-bereaved blossoms
Night-loving lichens
Bring no light.

The seekers of day are dead.
Pray, let
The termites…

June 23, 2009.

The Last Song

While I hum, play a star strung song
On moon-beamed strings
Of an old guitar.

In our washed up chorus, let us
Liberate the long-imprisoned
Dove of dried-up love.

Then we might evanesce, swirling
Like perfect smoke rings
Into an inky night.

I shall hush my reproof, and you
Can save your unsaid words
In a treaty of silence.

And thenceforth, for all summer lives
Each quietly amble
On one's own winter pace
I, humming my verses,
You, singing your silence.

June 28th, 2009.


[I have willingly disappeared, for good
Into the silence of years of labour lost]

There is no retreat from this road
For on the hefty ride
Backwards of finished sentences -
Full stops intervene.

What would you spell out
To the protagonist in your book?
What hope will winged angels bring -
To a man sentenced
By a jury that will never sit again.

Wrongs and rights are immaterial
When being completely right
Makes you so so wrong
And being wrong fails to heal.

Think not, of relating
Any good, any bad
Of such stories in black
Such stories as ours
Without an end...
Bury those drafts deep
Beside all else unsaid and undone.

Let this chapter close
Like its subjects
On unfinished sentences
With big bold full stops...

July 12th, 2009.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


Rest in Peace.

June 6th, 2009.

Emotions Unwritten

Many a silken scarves I shall have to spin,

Many a drafts re-word,

Many a moments,

Before my jelly fingers
Will ever do justice
To the Prometheus they aim to sculpt.

The Peace in my soul...
Is agonizing.

June 8th, 2009.

Monday, June 1, 2009


Unto another, sapphire night
All your spells –
Make those stars,

Or pluck out each, like
Off hot muffins –
Douse those fireflies,

On its undulating, black fabric
Carve my name –
Cursive, like a calamitous

In a wicker basket, hand-woven
Nature’s silly laws –
Erratically, like your unkept

Let my follies be
The Noose,
That strangles –
Me, my futile hopes

Slowly, again, mon cher
A lullaby soft –
So at last, I may dream

May 25th – 31st, 2009.

Monday, May 18, 2009

I am happy, I curbed
My fanatic heart
From painting
Another canvas plush
With pulsating colors
So fast.

Yet its sinking has left
A deep dimple in my chest
And my heart – swollen, floats
In the mires of my belly.

Putty and plaster
I have enough
To fill the gap

So I shall not spend
Another age
Fishing it out
Only to lose it

May 18th, 2009.

Monday, May 11, 2009

In Memoir

I could almost, if I tried, let it fall
A tear for you, whom I love not.

For you loved me.

I knew it, yes, long I believe
Ever since I read my casual words
Carved on your countenance.

I dare not surmise - I fathom your despair.

I have yet to suffer
The wanting and the waiting,
The soul-wrenching agony,
Of loving one
Who loves not me.

Between pains -
Of him and me and now you
And then those to come -
I hunt for happiness,
Salvageable joys.


Life goes on.

April 19th, 2009.