Violence Has Burnt The Mind

and left it heavier.

The sore day

hangs itself

in streets colliding

in the growing dark

losing your step

the angry moon

drags you like a drunk

to your door

and leaves you to die.

 

The above poem is from my first book Reeling (2012).

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So Nice

to be sitting here

on Om beach

watching the beautiful green waves

from this high rock

the swimmers calling to each other

the patch of green rolling hill

and the wide open sea

a gorgeous deep light green

how lovely the couples look on this hillock

this girl in a bright pink salwar kameez

laughs so happily

and down there

there are two foreign couples

doing yoga

how beautifully

their arms move in synchronicity

and the sunlight blasts

the grey-brown thatched cafes

and shacks on the beach

they too seem to be laughing

shining bright

and the coconut trees in their grove

of golden green

call out to the black rocks

in the sea dazzling

smiling their blackest smile

and the boats so slow are all lazily looking

at this other couple in front of me

hugging and rocking

hugging and still

so long I say

so long Dominic

I leave you here

to watch the ocean

let it calm your mind

let its soft silver waves

weave a garland around your neck

like it does the sand

chanting peace peace peace.

Lovely

time I was having

when my neighbour called

to complain about the other neighbour

and messed up my mind

now here I sit staring

unaligned

and I feel like some skin-covered flying saucer

at a tilt

and there is darkness all around me

and one lonesome blue planet

that is all.

 

The above poem is from my third book The Branches (2015).