Trying To Take

the greyness

out of the water

till it is colourless

at the end of land

where it merges with the sky that is grey


trying to take the greyness out of the sky

I travel in

a city of grey


like a photograph

that is probably not there.


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


The Piercing Arrow Of Unhappiness

My mind is a lost mountain

I have no clue of its colour

my body I don’t know

am I a crocodile

what is my language

what do I croak

and why are

the crows cawing

did this green morning

take my life

why are the buildings

so gloomy so grey

they must be sad

like me

they must be mad

like me

O what a sight

such an unhappy light

there is no more sky

it is dead it went to sleep

long ago the children

sat in the old

and crumbling staircase quiet

how the heart stings

in the silence

I search for myself

hello lost I cry O world no more.

How The Heart Cries

for human suffering

it is so bad

the misfortunes

I feel eyes

watching me

all the time

my mind

is disturbed

but there is

only myself and my pain

and the suffering

is such I feel

I wish I could be a bird

but the horrors

become a mountain

they flay me

as I stand fighting

I will die

when I will

I shout

and then

I hear the birds tweet wildly

and Bombay explodes in rain

the dark city dances like a ghost

I go quiet and watch

the unhappiness begin to wash away

until my body and mind are silent as a tomb

and I feel the cosy comfort of the womb

O cradle of civilization rock me now rock me now in this rain

and thank you thank you so much for stealing away my pain.



for a piece

of white sky

there are these dark clouds

to sort out

what do you do

when your mind gets stuck

what happens when

white sky steams

when the humid grey world

turns into water

where do you go dear?


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



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The above poem first appeared in decomP, and is part of my first book Reeling (2012).