My day has not scaled new heights
My skies blackened by morbid clouds....
My midnight is sobbing
...
Libido gave him his usual nightcap
Libido opened up her yawning thighs.
Their hands spread out groping to reach something.
A cracker burst within their minds, unseen, unheard
...
A passage cool with tender hooks
Of silence, the clothesline bare
No shirts or petticoats swing with breeze.
...
There are some people you love and many you
don't even notice as they pass by seeking solace.
...
The ruddiest poet of our land is anemic.
I fail to stir his soul with a hypodermic needle.
Anti-poetry stir, I bestow on his idealism.
Fax about his indisposition to the Sahitya Akademi.
...
2 chairs before my dining table
eating, laughing. I sit on one
molest the other.A face straining
inside my stomach
...
Afternoons that I remember after
Noons.Afternoons, later.
Noons after noons after noons
Run about like children for boons
...
I will lose in transit
the stillness of my icy shadow
carved on the grey years
of my Old-Age Home.
...
Pipedreams about my antipathy, pipedreams about change....
Pipedreams about my dreams are changing or
dreaming about pipes, dreaming through pipes....
Pipedreams about my antipathy, dream-pipes of dreams
...
Death had come at last but he did
not know how and when it came
only moments ago he breathed so well
now he lay still flat on his back
...
The brain keeps thawing
expressions, desire
to moult
like a cockroach delicately white.
...
Then you go into the soft world
Of gazing- -
Someone gazing at a pond
A little boy gazing at his big fat pa.
...
Why do I marvel
at your presence
Is it your soft navel
my twilight lessons
...
I brood about measured iambs,
Feel sympathy for different poets
Very indifferent Indian poets.
They once taught in Chicago univ
...
I saw her begging in a local train
fourteen-year old mother, clutching
her baby in close embrace,
eye-lids closing in exhaustion.
...
Poetry is a puzzle of words
he tried to solve
and did evolve
a solution amidst chaos.
...
I have carted eyes, eyeballs
looking at the sky.
Eyes depicted happiness
unlike those of a Calcuttan.
...
Sound Of Hugging Rains
My day has not scaled new heights
My skies blackened by morbid clouds....
My midnight is sobbing
A pre-monsoon storm has hit the sky
The heart painful, broken bouts of sobs
Make the world shiver and tremble.
On this side of the sky
I want a whiff of air
Want to spread my ten fingers
And touch the wet earth in secret love....
Now that the night has not ended
I long for rest.
No sounds, I smell no desires
I travel in dreams
Through a street of long-tongued dogs
Waiting to devour my lust
I faint and stand up amazed
At the skill of my survival instincts.
The secret bed is now strewn
With the sound of hugging rains
The room's getting flooded with water, more water
Soothing water, all engulfing water
A four-chambered heart is pining for love
In this tearful midnight.