Ovid

I say

bring paradise

bring that green garden

on the hill

with beautiful and strong trees

bring that white bird

that flies calm like the wind

like the warm sunlight in your eyes

sometimes Ovid the mind simply breaks

the body crumples its bones become dust

and darkness descends into darkness

like an invisible falling staircase

Ovid bring song

bring sheep and rivers that delight

how the city burns like paper

its black smoke its heat killing us

like flies

Ovid let your drumbeats roll like calm white clouds quiet

give us our wings and let us fly

let our hearts drink the blue mist of your high mountains

let them quench their thirst Ovid

see the millions their bare bodies hard and miserable

how they disappear on the horizon

how the dizzying darkness now takes my speech my tongue

Ovid it is all just too much

Ovid I say

bring paradise.

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It Has Been

raining inside my head

for over two days…

all my thoughts are drowning…

I sit in my living room

and stare outside the window…

a new building is under construction

dark grey it’s a large skull

with 25 eyes

I keep staring through the rain

through the dull wet morning…

then a man appears in one of the windows…

he too just stares and stares.

 

The above poem is from my second book Circling the Sky (2013).

How Do You

go about

these rails of thought

so fast

you can only slip off

into the blue

where the birds are flowing

in flocks

over mountainrocks

so black and beautiful

there the trees are stock still

green

creatures of another time

and the ground brown

arid

surely they know us

listening so silently

to our thoughts.

 

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

This Fall Into The Gutter

This endless swaying of the green treetops

The beginning of the world

The tie and the bridge and the tongue burning

The hare and tortoise race

Madness

Howling men and screeching spitting women

Children hanging from trees upside down grunting like stray dogs

I swallow the oceans with all its creatures and life

I switch on all the streetlights and then I switch them off

I hound all the bars all the shops selling skulls and bones and flesh

I eat 200 cats and 400 rats and 600 bats

I eat every strand of my hair running wild

Through the shops closing shutter

And now you can imagine my fall into the gutter.

I Walked

and walked in

the noonday sun

till my clothes

turned into a river

I swam through

the heavy traffic

asking for directions

no one knew the place

I wanted to go

I walked back and reached

the railway station

with crowds swarming

all over the bus depot

the streets the restaurants

the tea-stalls

the street-food sellers’ carts

rickshaws puttered everywhere

then someone pointed out

the building

well I had passed that place

but never thought

it would be there

off the street

in a cluster of several others

I was looking for a seven-storey building

and not spotting one on both sides

of the road

had walked on and on…

finally entering its cool foyer

for a moment I thought

how nice it would be

if I could forget myself

forget my purpose here

if the lift with its sliding iron doors

forgetting its function too

could take me straight to the sky

where large white clouds were blowing

unthinking in every direction

unmindful of anything

that happened here.

 

The above poem is from my second book Circling the Sky (2013).