His cart of full,Shiny oranges, greens and yellowsFruits and vegetablesThe emptiness in eyes unseen By the multitudes flocking to stockUp on life’s necessities;Mask in place, keeping monkeys at bayThe wife, her nose-ring sparkled in the sun ; toddlers grovelling in dust Their face spoke nothingHe was garrulous;nimble fingers doling and Read more…
The rusted swing creakedThe faded, moth eaten cushionsSmelt of musty life; well treadedCardamom tea was freshly brewed however.. The morn was flush with a February breezeThe papers screamed nothing ,for a change;She sighed, the prawns had to be boughtA partner lost to the daily dose of drugs.. The routine never Read more…
When gleaming dark invisibles become visible, Trouncing the white gatekeepers invisible, The red opuntia pricks your throat, in the scorching body of panchatatva. The inflamed warrior in you wilts, in the strife of the visible and invisibles, You see the monitor’s soaring visibles, The Doctor sees the vile invisible visible. Read more…
In the rhythmic breaths synced to the low resonance chants of Om, Mother sits in a meditative trance, eyes closed; lotus pose. Outside, the soft gurgling flow of river Seeta, beckons to infinity. I lean from the balcony, it’s a holiday… Scamper to the empty swing in the garden And Read more…