Saturday, June 30, 2012

redemption in a death rattle melodious, maybe


on this little stand next to my stove
all my cutlery hangs from four hooks
it has three tablespoons and three forks
crude instruments- practical, coarse

three teaspoons and three knives
all self-effacing in the day’s light
yet if the window’s open on breezy nights
they double as my wind chimes

and chiming lead me to believe  
that there may still be hope for me
if only i can find on nights like these
the right place to be, suspended in the breeze


Thursday, June 28, 2012

and all that time comes to naught


you stood across the crowded room from me
straight backed elegant in your cotton saree

a few strands stylishly tousled your grey hair in a bun
mellow skin luminescent form the summers in the sun

and time fell by the side a meaningless artifact redundant
the flowing stream frozen still motionless resplendent

and gushing into the gap that carefully i had nurtured
furnished with markers adorned with milestones fractured

came memories rushing that for years away i’d safely stored
that could’ve been from yesterday or even the moment before

like one awaking from a dream of reality is unsure
as time guileful tricks gullible memory to perjure

and staying coherent at such times can then be exceedingly tough
so forgive me if i came across as slightly messed up


Friday, June 22, 2012

on a windy night on the terrace


we sat staring at the city’s lights
huddled against the cold
i took her hand and rubbed it
on my shaven head a day old

like velcro. i liked the feel of her hand
and didn’t know what else to say
reminds me of my dad’s cheeks
when he’d kiss us and i’d push him away

don’t worry, give it a week and
it’ll be like a dog’s head to touch
nice and soft, like a dachshund maybe.
she didn’t like her father much


Thursday, June 21, 2012

after the formal feeling


and after the formal feeling the pain returns
the nerves like incandescent filaments burn
the heart wrung out wonders
how he’d even for a moment thought
that the pain could be left behind, forgot

eyes wide in a silent scream strident
the lips pursed, watch each moment
drag out in frozen seconds fractioned
lost in thoughts that can find no traction
torpid in volcanic bouts of screeching torment

like rescued persons who should’ve died
the realization of having survived
pours into the heart like molten lead
the tantalizing promise of solace not kept
the singeing misery of a cheated death
to be borne in all the time yet left

....................................................
after great pain, by emily dickinson


Sunday, June 17, 2012

Saturday, June 16, 2012

other worlds


let's swap
beds
so you’re forced to mop
the floor
spreading out the thin mattress
before
you lay yourself down
to sleep
for you keep
complaining
about how you never get to
cleaning
your room too big your shelves
too many
i assure you
mine’s tiny

let's switch
loos
i’ll show you which
pot
to take the water in when it’s
your slot
and the mysteries of the cold
the hot
you can explain to me 
the puzzle
that is you shower
the drizzle
the mist spray
and the wonders of the 
adjustable
bidet

let's barter
friends
i could use a chartered
flight
get from bangalore to brazil
overnight
but what will you do with
mine
with a transgender
transvestite

let's borrow
each other’s dreams, for with
sorrows
of a battered ego i can
deal
and you can figure how
to sleep
when the baby
her skin wrinkled on her bony arms
begins to weep

let's trade
worlds
you’ve made
the most of the
mould
that was given you
while i sold my
soul
for what could i
do
if mine came
with thorns 
nailed 
through

Friday, June 15, 2012

substance abuse

who needs sleep
when you got caffeine
and nicotine
to help you concentrate
or at any rate
get you through the day
survive the fray
that is your workplace
and for solace
there’s always
alcohol on friday nights
when the lights
can be dimmed
and the full brimmed
mugs you drink
drown your worries
as the smoke carries
away thoughts
of an existence lost.
until monday


Thursday, June 14, 2012

slightly messed up


i’ve already put out the lights
but i must remember to go shut the drawer
and put away the scattered letters before i go to bed
letters from a woman who doesn’t want me anymore

a tight little cluster of stars
moves across the sky. ya, i’m a little high
it’s a plane flying low and i can almost hear
the sound of its dull rolling thunder if i try

it leaves the silver oak quaking its leaves aflutter
and me caressing the smooth blue lighter
which i switched for mine; a keepsake, stolen
from another woman who doesn’t want me either

there are others too, but let it be, who’s
ever gained from scratching ugly welts
or picking bloody scabs. and cutting open  
veins in neat longitudinal cuts makes little sense

they come tumbling over each other
tonight the words too disregard me
just leaving my lips like shapeless smoke
that a draught carries down the street

and as my head spins i keep seeing my picture
on this poster that says in bold brackets
a well formed human body, male
is up for sale, do you want it?


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

use me


do you feel used when i ask you out for a walk
or shamelessly flirt when i talk to you?
forgive me, for i indulge myself, and 
please feel free to use me too


Tuesday, June 12, 2012

who knows why?


when i scale the wall
of a locked swimming pool  
and stand staring at the shimmering 
lights before i jump
it’s you that i’ll think of
for a long time to come

and as in the cold starless night
the first trembling notes are strum
mingled with the music sad
thoughts of you will come
unbidden
and memories hidden
are bound to overwhelm me
and leave me feeling numb
for a long time to come

and every time
i think of going back
to the prettiest place 
on earth that i know
it will be, for a long time 
with you that i'd want to go

when the wind drives fluffy white clouds
across a vast sky inky black
and the sheer immensity of space
weighs down upon by back
unmitigated
and the time i’m fated
to yet suffer seems unbearable
to miserable pain will i helplessly succumb
and revel in your longing for a long time to come

why you? well, who knows?
all i know is that it’s pointless
looking around, trying to find someone else
for i know that another i cannot love
and it’s going to be that way 
for a long time to come

how long though can i distract myself?
keep running away and seek solace elsewhere
or pick up my paintbrush and pretend i don’t care
hide my feelings under murky layers
in vain
for the pain
itself is just a distraction
and in the end it’ll all come to naught
the battle lost just because it was fought
for who knows what we live for?

at least for now
your longing justifies my time here
keeps me occupied
gives me raison d’etre, some
and so i’ll long for you 
for a long long time to come