See The Dream

won’t go

see the sparrow

sitting on the grass

hopping onto the railings

and then over the grey road

to someone’s kitchen window.

What I’m trying to say is that

it is better to know this

when the heavy evening

having lost her happiness

comes to you

there quiet in your bed

it lays down in

the dark with you

then you know the meaning

of sorrow

the day changing its clothes

bored

and the stars racing in the sky

having outrun your sleep

see how this world drifts

unmoored

and when you wake in the

morning

the sparrow comes and

tells you this

then how easily

the whole thing

becomes a song

just like that

how the planes of joy

crisscross the sky

how the mind once again

comes home

and dances

delighted.

 

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

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I Was Walking

down the streets

bored with myself

the shops the buildings

in the evening light

looked even more bored

with themselves

my hands were chilled

with loneliness

my mind was lost

in isolation

then I saw the moon

tailing me

I turned down a road

and there it was

a few paces behind

and when I finally

entered a bar

and went up the stairs

it rolled over my shoulder

and died in my drink.

Last Evening

I had dinner early

and hit the bed

I couldn’t sleep

I was feeling too bored

so I got up and

went to Juhu Beach

it was wonderful

the sun was still burning yellow

in the sky

the waves were silver

the sand was golden

and it wasn’t crowded

I walked along

and spotting

some stairs

leading to a building

went and sat

down there

it was beautiful

soon I was joined

by two northeastern children

a tiny sister and brother pair

the sister older

threatened to beat me first

then quickly became my friend

and chanting nonsense rhyme

jumped down the stairs

one by one

I leaned my back

against the wall

the poet in me delighted

the loneliness in me unlocked

and looked at the sea

my heart beginning to warm

and then I found myself laughing

when I was shortly joined by

a shaggy brown stray dog

who came looking

rather purposefully

for something

all in a pant

and finding me instead

quickly slithered away.

 

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

Gathering’s Day Unlimited

Snareteam’s mess by the skyway.

Holes. Big ones.

 

Blue late and thinking of home,

weeping.

 

Angeltrees locked in with night,

quaking.

 

In whose disembrace,

whose dreamday,

do you sleep?

 

Whose words,

silencefires burning?

 

What stake,

starscapes skipping unbeat

 

you to here, noplace,

nomoons disgrace?

 

 

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

At Juhu Beach Yesterday

there were so many people

so chilled out

so many women

whose lips I wanted to kiss

and the sky

and the sea

merging beautifully

and then a tiny beggar girl

who went past me

talking baby talk

sounded like an old woman

worn

her life

sand in the breeze

that voice shook me

to the bone

it was like

some withered ghost woman

speaking from a cave

and the sea

and the crowd

disappeared into a cloud

and on my way home

the busy mad streets

the dark buildings

growing like monster concrete trees

the traffic the noise

slowly faded

and then the lights coming on

everywhere

also faded

from my mind

remembering that beggar girl’s eyes

and thinking of our different lives

under the darkening face

of the uncomprehending skies.

 

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

O Sky Of Blues

O moon rolling like a ball

O buildings with windows staring

O million feet walking

O insane traffic

O gutters of Bombay

O gods in temples churches and mosques

O mad cellphones ringing

O screechy loudspeakers in slums

O pigeons on parapets cooing

O lovers in gardens

O grain of sand on the beach

O clothes fluttering in the wind

O flies at garbage dumps

O junkies on the street

O packed trains shuttling

O silent streetlights

O people buying groceries

O food that I eat

O water that I drink

O breath that I breathe

O words of this poem

tell me what I am looking for.

 

The above poem first appeared in my second collection Circling the Sky (2013).