I thought I might consider time But glitter and grime catch my eye too caught, too kind to be, “present!” subsumed in you, ardent I thought I might consider time But glitter and grime fill my eyes too caught, too blind to see Far too…

And why should we? We have everything we need right here. We never look out the window. What is there to see? The entire world is on our screen beneath our fingers. Our friends, our food Our Holy Communion are powered by a new god….

A prayer to dEvi saraswati in Kannada in the akkara metre (this metre is to be sung rather than just read for the flow to be understood) vINe tantiyin incharam eLpidoDam jANeyappeyEm I nanna jihveyoLam mANadimbiTTu solgaLam nuDisidoDam kANe oppuvem maimeyan AgaloDam ವೀಣೆ ತಂತಿಯಿನಿಂಚರಂ ಎಳ್ಪಿದೊಡಂ…

hair flying our boy screams fire fire.. a handful of water onto the dandelions

Standing alone wanting to dance Bright Warm The sparks, I see them Coming Coming Pouring into me Pouring out of me Dancing alone but I’m dancing Exhilarating Euphoric The sparks, I have them now Holding Holding Lifting me up Lifting this weight I’m dancing but…

Poetry Marathon- hour 1 A prayer to Lord GaNESa to remove all obstacles, in Sankethi language, set to the vasantatilaka metre appOdu nAmiDara hejjehaLathayUmE appA gaNESa unakarpaNa paNNaNAme tappAde sAgipi sadA nudivuLLe OmE heppaNDamella aLahE ira bEDaNAmE ಅಪ್ಪೋದು ನಾಮಿಡರ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಹಳಥ್ನಯೂಮೇ ಅಪ್ಪಾ ಗಣೇಶ ಉನಕರ್ಪಣ ಪಣ್ಣಣಾಮೇ ತಪ್ಪಾದೆ…

I’ll shag you in the next life When I am not me but the person you shag And you and you We are one But our escapades take us abroad Into threatening definitives Like Westerns through the ravine Or non-westerners through the west But Satisfied…

A good reminder, yeah To those who have been heartbroken twice, thrice I’ve had my share of these old flames’ return And oh boy! Was I not been burnt but engulfed in flames! You believed them, the second time, and again, burnt you again Whatever…

Sometimes I feel Old Weathered An empty house on a desert floor Looking to mountains for answers The wind for escape To sky for purpose To clouds for a cleansing rain   Paint peeling Windows broken Walls crumbling My soul visible Exposed Perhaps once I…

at the edge of the sea where the relentless surf pounds the earth into submissive sand   we sit   staring out at seabirds banking in the gusts lost in the sudden whoosh and hush thereafter   the tang of salt that makes our eye…