Poem: My black rosary with red cross and daily bread

A gaze at uncertainty in your meal time
A wave of poverty in your surroundings
Which one will spoil your hunger?
What will kill your taste buds?

Nothing for sure can eat you
Unless you have eaten something else

A pinch of salt in your sweat
It refuses to give up its taste

A pale edge of your empty plate
It refuses to smile at your disposal

A moment when mind forgets to remember
A moment when mind remembers to forget

Matters of convenience and coincidence
All this happens in our daily life

We keep a bread for the day
Shrinks by the evening, rots by the fifth day
Filth by a weeks time, frozen in your next working day
Weeks after, you meet them all in your wounds

Your despair, your inertia, your pathos and vanity
All is known to submit to the season of red black winters
Same applies to my black rosary with red cross in my chest

Poem: People live in the Streets

People come from streets
After the office hours
Before the morning walks
When they are desperate for home
Eyes closed, Lids wiped off
Ears shut down, mouth dry and dim
Are we afraid of noise
Noise is just that we don’t understand
Do we fear what we don’t understand?

Poem: My land is not lost!

A simple and humble land
With nimble and neighbouring clouds

We claim living by caves and valleys
We claim a hand of steel and clay beneath
We made Gods in love and puppets with life

Schooling through the dancing rice fields
I had its mist on my palm and past
Full of frogs and fiery green ponds
I loved its longing for water and wisdom

Little by little, my land is in shades
Larger by larger, my land is in smokes

We wear mask, inside and outside
We tear skies, by heights and might

Love and life, they keep my land alive
We are making life again, not in puppets or pets
This time in the name of our future lights!
We the children, know the love of the land

Short Story: A wooden livelihood

A curtain crumbled and spread out on the floor. The light rays came out in silence. They glanced at the earth and its thundering tunnels. Not many people were around the place. They found the children skinny and sober. None wanted to take them home. Pinch of salt, pound of advise, they heaped on them. They stood with the aging chair next to their abhorrent abode. People could not wait any longer. They left the light rays and went on to the evening darkness. Faded by the past, they became smaller and smaller. They marched with the ants and all the species on the nether lands. Chair stood next to their village of luminescence and found it curious. It began to grow its legs and leaves. People became pillar and post around the humble feat of a wooden livelihood.

Poem: Mermaid of miseries

Vaguest of the moments
Vaulted in the veneers
A veneer of his veins
A mermaid chose to steal its soul

She ran into a coil of herself
Only morning was upside
In the mourning of a mermaid
Its progeny has overheard
The lessons of a shipwreck
The songs of a crystal moth

The mermaid was a mad cow
A miserable thing of angst
A mild sense of serenity
A mellowing season of soberness




She evolved in disdain
She revered her pale roots
She caved her breast of illness
She gazed at blind bloods
She was found among the branches
Of pale old banyan trees
That mongered the fate of deserted temples
That minced the shape of kernels

She was never a case for corals
She was found in sediments
Of age old walls and molten bricks
She pierced her beliefs in person
She punished the house in poison
Worms are left, wickedness is lost

Wish her your miseries
Weave her a silk of your dried up tears
As she shall be the mermaid of miseries ever

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Poem: How to dine in a dizzy street

This season of idols and icons

When rains are random and revered

When I know evening is never even to all

When my wife went to hometown

I went for a passive dinner a little afar

A photo by giancarlo de luca: under non-commercial license.

Love for noise

Love for gaze

Love for traffic

Love for crowd

Random thoughts guided me in bumpy road

It welcomed my grumpy stumpy thoughts

I am silenced by fading shades of faces

I am stoned to the fuming walls

On every second eateries

People gazed away their dinner

Chewing them like muted cows of unknowns

On the other side walks

I found them swallowing like snakes too

I found them dumping their stomach 

They were jerks and ill in my terms

The first group was silent and detached

Food was a passage of their thoughts

The second was vocal and enchanted

Food was a just a passage for blood and flesh

Both the groups were so muted

Their shadows were more vocal and hungry

Everywhere I saw crowd and chaos

But all of them were silent and tied to an order

An order so invisible and invincible

At least by this stagnant moments of night

By the time I finished my dinner

I was hurrying home

To cook my brain once again

To feed some crows waiting somewhere