Changing lanes

May 23, 2012

#6 Changing lanes

Towards the arrow head,
jumping away,
torn,
interrupted by
commercials -
unreal transparency.
Should I?
My shoulders prefer
being modest,
kindness,
a virtue to afford.

To study
darkness
and its closer kinds,
kneeling down
closer to
broken silence
scattered -
the questioning red
in the seeds
of chance,
the rural women.

Migrate
these feelings,
an entirely different
landscape
and
other shores
but to
return
here -
the ruins of my city.

Clutter

May 19, 2012

#5 Clutter

Let her stars
shine
beyond
the path of her mind.
Tidy the
kitchens of
her yesterday -
so many
things.

Clutter and chaos,
I shy
but that’s
my
postmodern
woman.

Where can
I find my earplugs?

Red

May 17, 2012

#4 Red

Spoilt
are the banks
of bodies,
water and
long grass.
The sound

of sunset
spilling over
lost love,
letters
and paper boats.

Bringing back
the visions
of wavelets -
tender my footstep.
Close
yet another sunset
away.

After many births

#3 After many births

After many births,
tired of
getting reborn,
a thorn free bed
or a dwarf
of our anxieties -
delay.

Old snow
freezing by my letters,
boxes and elbows
of necessary,
shame
I do not.

Contact,
the dream,
those evenings
of a lost neighbourhood,
devoid of
polyphony.

Peace of private

May 14, 2012

#2 Peace of private

Each has,
peace of private,
unknown to a million -
my scars and dents
reflecting
carefully through
shadows,
where I am not alone.

Ambitious defeat
of all theoretic,
lack of clarity
and insight,
I bleed in silence
of the summer.

My relation
with every season,
unfastening my mind
in certain ways,
a long exile waiting.

Experiments with experience

May 12, 2012

#1 Experiments with experience

Turning the invisible corner,
identifying
the subtleties in approach -
carve in my movements,
so far unnoticed.

Amateur in gaps
and winds
of changing continents,
the fulcrum slips away.

Looking beyond
the further,
the obvious and
shredded petals
of co-existence.