On a murky corrupted afternoon
As the harsh rains hurt
The sparrow wings of time
Hiding in the tired wet boughs of an unknown tree
...
Wash us in splashing
Spray of shower
Dry us till we crackle
Scorch us with brilliance
...
A halo of a lamp
Disappears
Voicelessly
Into the timeless dark
...
in the empty corridors
the locks
hang
like testicles
...
When Bhima seized me by my legs
In his merciless iron clutches
I thought he was going to dispatch me
He ripped me in half instead
...
You will chance upon
The secret black and white codes
Of my being
Lying anywhere
...
A city in the middle
Of a flourishing obese market
A convoluted net
Of shortcuts and flyovers
...
The elixir of immortality
In the navel
Of this ten faced world
Has dried out
...
Torment of thirty five worlds
Falls away
With your smile
...