Iron cactus

When you flashed your smile on the shop window and disappeared in a blinding glare down the spiralling manifestations of…

Metronome

Sylvia, are you listening to the sound of tired earth breathing? Here seasons change, people fall in and out of…

Poisoned letters

In July, you wrote to me in poisoned letters. Empty letters I had written to you from Paris, Vienna, Kolkata…

Masquerade

You’re growing on me again with the quiet violence that only love can offer. Turning around with an automatic smile,…

Woman burning

Woman burning, the mob spreads from house to house setting bodies on fire. Woman burning, smoke rises from the ruins…

Missed futures

No one ever told you when in school you would obsess over dotting your i’s and crossing your t’s while…

Ritual

The tragedy of the afternoon takes a turn for the worse as the doctor enters the room. With practised indifference,…

Your voice, falling

Your voice falling falling endlessly through shadows of the evening lengthening on teardust like light dripping on windows branching into…

The blood room

Or, Why a poet can never save the world Like a strange afterthought, the X-ray machine in the dark room…

Rain

Like trees violently shaking in the breeze and being torn apart uncontrollably, we drift away. At the bus stop, the…

My God does not

My God does not order me to burn people at the stake because our homes, with roofs falling, water gushing…

My friend’s professor

My friend’s professor is a thorough gentleman. I have heard he never misses the early morning lecture at half past…

Totem queen

The wind-taxi celebrates the fall of the totem queen. The horse runs with a pistol through rainfall. In a century…

Inside

Inside, inside the flames there is only deep darkness; no movement, no speech that fire cannot quell to dust. The…

Poems on winter

  Winter is coming   It always feels strange when October comes. I sometimes sit observing the fireflies trapped in…

Lingering

How do you bear spaces that are haunted with refutation, the caprice of foamy sentience perhaps still pebbled with cold…

Death of a poem

The poem always comes to you in moments of crisis. When after the lingering effects of last night’s quarrel, you’ve…

Wind

No more of witch-hunting in gramophone voices. No more of staged distractions and dilapidated laughter. Erasing with a wind compass…

Redemption

Faces grow like petals in a footage of voices wobbling in repetition. I try to unlearn the grammar of her…

Musings on laughter

Anatomy of laughter What is laughter if not borrowed speech dwelling on stolen time which has the lightness of derision…

More dead than dying

When they throw you out at a busy crossing, naked and bleeding, you think, perhaps you might have saved yourself.…

The Ghost triangle

1. Baptism by time -I- rain-sleep in a clock desert, like a thousand kisses on broken glass; or shadows of…

Biography of a photon

There’s nothing but walls, old grey walls, cracked walls, a wall of walls; several layers of cloistered space with damp…

Not you

  What lies between you and me, is not you, nor me but something like us, not quite you perhaps,…

Fairytale of matchboxes

  Looking down from the window of your twenty-second floor apartment, the slums beside the canal look like frail match-boxes.…

Ghosts

-1- Dead cat that smiled at dinner quietly imagines spaces, soft, uncertain. Slow whimpering along the extinct highway, with painless…

Forgetting

At evening the sky is blazing yellow and you stand at the foot of the staircase wearing your soul on…

Moment

-I- Stare, stare at those figures frozen in motion, the pale splendour of lifeless limbs shivering in the soft ecstasy…

Marina

  Marina, let me breathe out into lips of water; spaces of the mind in bright blue sunshine receding quietly…

Black

  Calmly forward towards the self away, away from gravity. Defenseless under the darkness of pillows your large black body…

Time

  Let us meet in sweet oblivion at the end of this circle, when you have built a church with…

Love song to a stranger

  (Title influenced by Joan Baez’s song) -I- Blue sunlight on lotus leaves, leaves and prayer, someone flits across the…

Breath

What’s in a breath that spirals stone from the first miracle of the wet earth? You lie between the night…