Monthly Archives: January 2017

My soul has toothache

From biting down too hard on it, the fragrant peach Split its stone, a pit of my unbelonging, pith of dreams A transcendental fixation on finding the right fruit Has brought me to a hard dry embankment Dislocation is rainsoaked map of the present The … Continue reading

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The starlings in the fog

The starlings in the fog Stop motion, every other wing beat Is suspended in white aspic A clattering without sound A machine without cams A blinking of  sticky eyelids Enchanting the mind with tics About miracles, about sanctuary About safety,about saviours I love you … Continue reading

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The NotSo Stranger

The NotSo Stranger I am tasting you from afar Touching your worn coatsleeves Thrusting my ghosthands in your pockets This is a healing with cold dark apples Rolling from the thorny branches Pitting the snow with blue shadows The bed sheets … Continue reading

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Sensualist

  The sun was sulking by the roadside, its tattered sleeves trailing on the road. I rode through its fingers and I saw a yesterday-moon. So that was why the sun was sulking! Moon was quite violent in her stark holy shroud of fading … Continue reading

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People who live precariously are kings

Lean from cafes, mobile in one hand Anchoring the space to some island In their heads where there is chance Lush encounters with Paraguayan dancers Dreamscapes of foreign travel An idea coalescing , germ of stories Snippings of conversations, clinking … Continue reading

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Huntsman at Noon

I cannot see them but think of their soft Dark breasts, the quickening heart Shaking the  shining plumage With its  shimmering vanes And pinions, the mad clock Of being a being- The Ptarmigan’… Source: Huntsman at Noon

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Huntsman at Noon

I cannot see them but think of their soft Dark breasts, the quickening heart Shaking the  shining plumage With its  shimmering vanes And pinions, the mad clock Of being a being- The Ptarmigan’s tongue. The Arctic Tern’s angelic glide. The boom of … Continue reading

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