The highlighted text calls again from fluttering pages. I can’t be caught on the wrong foot, while talking to a person I’ve admired for decades. fluttering pages callsteps trace imagined voices,doorways turn to truth My favourite author has moved to a place closer to mine. It feels strange, as mentally, I’ve always felt closer than … Continue reading Fluttering Heart
Who would bother to live if there were a choice?The Lex Hypocrite who wrote the epic Destiny?Mirror-Smith of Broken Laws; torchbearer in daylightwho see manacled reflections in shame-coated glass? The Lex Hypocrite who wrote the epic DestinyHe wove words around Guilt and Sin; to damnwho see manacled reflections in shame-coated glassThe smith stands behind - … Continue reading Those Who Believe
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He carries centuries in his chest,mountains of silence and scars.lava settles where poetry lived,fury seeps through cracked restraint. When he speaks,the world reinvents abuseWhen he screamsmusic beats a hasty retreat housed where the insane liveor imprisoned with criminal recordsan object of research for psychologistsfire remembers what oppression forgot. Poetics - Lyric Petrologies P.S. Adding two … Continue reading Mountains of the unknown
once in a lifetimeyou will turn back and lookat the footprints of bleeding feetwith volcanoes threatening to burstinside you; and you will know it has beena long way. It is time to chuck it alllike a traveller does, in absence of return faresettle down in the shade, to be cooland invisible once in a lifetimethe … Continue reading Once in a lifetime
The clouds refuse to partthe sun is under siegethis eclipse - supposed to be a gatewayfor authenticity to emerge on the other sideseems eclipsed by the real world screens screampolitical opinions loom largeon sanity The Indian Meteorological Departmenthoused in a brick-and-mortar officeclose to where I livefails to capture signals ortell why the weather is still … Continue reading The Solar Eclipse
In Rousseau’s painted jungle,a rabbit sat quietly,his fur brushed by the artist’s dream.Collectors gathered,their eyes glittering with hungerfor ownership, not understanding. The auctioneer raised his gavel,and the rabbit found a voice:“These carrots are false,these leaves are shadows.Do not feed me illusions,for I am alive in truth.” The hall trembled with laughter.“Paintings do not speak,” they … Continue reading Say No to Fake
These I have loveddroplets from the sky falling on my facesteam rising from a coffee mugthe aroma of cheese on a pizza slicearomatics in boiling water on the stovethe petal of a rose that falls on my handpuppies on the balcony watching rainquieter than usual; lost in thoughtsthey cast an absent-minded glance at mewag their … Continue reading What lends meaning to life
glass wingsstained with blue paintbalance natural lightdangling between the sky and art'svisionbutterflies pause for a brief breakflowers on window sillsbloom with a smileWelcome Poetics: A Tale of Two Images
The calendar says Sundayonly an intern hanging aroundno doctors will visitthe tubes look relaxedwanting to leave me I stop looking at the white ceilingwith trapped yellow lightsand whirring white fansand look out of the windowA bed on this corner is a boon,but I don’t rememberwhen I stopped counting good A tiny Straggler Daisyhas found its … Continue reading The Straggler Daisy
