congealed stains on sheetsconceal words I bleed all night I struggle to liquefy the mass,reach the same creative statebetween consciousness and blissas an alternative to light Neither can I beat darknessnor wash the sheetslest I lose unwritten poems Quadrille #222
the tree with a thorny, black fruit looms largeand it was only yesterday she sowed the seedher backyard is a botanical labwhere she plants good and evil Evilgrows at a faster paceas it finds a footholdin neural pathways of brainsand keeps repeating itselfin loops and more loopsin circular narrativeswhere every thoughthits the same boundaryand bounces … Continue reading Caricatures
UNESCO declares Kozhikode (erstwhile Calicut) in Kerala, India, as a literary city. The city commemorates its writers by installing their busts on public squares. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ the essence of a writercompressed into stonesaved for posterityHail the City of Literaturea cultural situation I wonder how the travelogue writerJohn Gunther of Indiaprocesses facts in stoneI can sense his … Continue reading Kozhikode – the City of Literature
“When did we speak to each other last?”Her question was a reminder ofUnspoken grudges, silent warsEmpty words to pull daily routines “Why did I not think of this before?”“I don’t blame you. It happens…When we live in different worldsshare a home, but not a goalPriorities go helter-skeltera blame culture grows…” He walked to the door, … Continue reading Scraps
dream merchants sell productsa starved, enchanted audiencegrabs the first morsel of hopeor last shortcut to destinations accountability unfixed-it saves the seller’s skindiversity of goals unwindsuniform application of rules The game goes onunchecked, ungoverned-markets thrive-unfettered growth Quadrille #221
discarded thoughtsfloat on waveshit hard rocksand transform themselves dress in a shellto look differentfocus inwardemerge like a pearl non-interferingnon-imposingadding lustreto fertile minds dropping from mouthslike reluctant wordswith copyrightsnot fully ownedbut held tight MTB - Open to question
Belly up …He descends from unconsciousnessto a deep slumberas scalpels carvehis arterieson a lab tray The much-feared examinerappreciates the precisionwith which the murderwas executedmercilesslyseamlesslyon the horizonof life and afterlife The frog’s soulrecalls wisdom of the wellIt was the whole truthand nothing but the truth-there were no opponentsto falsify it The chloroform jarinvited himto explore its … Continue reading Dose of Belief
Who were those characters with dated looks and an outdated fashion sense? Their feet with toes turned backwards tell me who they are. I politely request that they return to their graves. I wake up in a different era. Mornings are challenging with many tasks to execute before 9 am. It’s not the time to … Continue reading Circles
What could have been and what isstories that reverberate through my spineunstabbed back, but the dagger can striketo change my shape forever I look forward to some, but am terrified ofdrums; that invisible pen which writes my fatesprinkles ink on my budding bloomsgarden of hope; on the tentacles of a storm Anticipation - the monster … Continue reading Anticipation
stories etchedon soft surfaces-revised-erased-crevices filled upwith imaginationconnect the dots life stories-entombed-engraved on stoneinterpretedby random people biographerscatch snippets from the airto paint saleable tales souls crave expressionelusive mediumsflirt withvanishing ink Quadrille #220
