It’s hard to describe my feeling of joy and the randomness of it. It was a normal day school holidays are in full swing then something took over my body it’s often puzzling. I had always been quite uptight always wanting to know what was…

Father’s Day Brunch   Lovely French brunch on the patio in The City. Strange but good feeling between my shoulders. Relaxation. Followed by overwhelming sadness. If I relax, I’ll cry. The whole world must feel this way. I’m not a crier. Often can’t cry. Thought…

Momentous Moment Long hours of preparation The competitive exam, The application process, And after, not knowing Not daring to guess Whether I’ve done as well as I thought. As well as I ought– After the long hours of study. Pitting myself against Unseen forces Hoping…

How deep does the tunnel go? How bright does the light shine? How yellow are the gate’s gold? Very tight is how the chord binds So, go on… Tell the tall tale of stories long ago so told? The true meaning to a poets words…indeed,…

Look straight into the eyes of the beast Tell me what you see Amber waves of grain? No just sludge slathered plains Amber colored flames Blood on the horizon In our streets The future and present & the past It’s what we built our brand…

There is poetry happening here the sound of a mouse caught in a glue trap is melding with the hum of a sticky covered ice cream cooler while 8bit music blips over the cries of a squeaking thief in the building symphony that i imagine…

Stranded in desert Summer sun bearing down hard WOW, Oasis, what joy!

  here they come again, mocking me, dissing me, taking a jab, creeping onto me.   jealousy is a black and white game. to black, white always seems like a weakling. the sole purpose of black is to extend its callous ends, to consume the…

The faithful sentinels of Lord Vishnu(1) Jaya and Vijaya/ Once when guarding his chamber denied entry to four wise rishis(2)./ Enraged the wise men damned them to human incarnation/ Moved by the repentance of the delinquents/ Rishis offered redemption after seven births as Lord’s servants/…

The three looked dumbfounded At the opened doors Simultaneously running in Unbeknownst to them Simultaneously running out This was the end At the opened doors The three looked dumbfounded