Addressing the human condition, my poems deal with the injustices, untruths, false hierarchies and exclusions prevalent in society, which essentially diminish our humanity, what we could be as human beings. I trust my poems speak for themselves, and do not…
GAPING SILENCES At 4 am, silence is a single leaf twirling and twirling and touching the ground. The earth and the full moon contented in this hushed-up sound know the endurance of the reverberations of smashed monuments, crashed aeroplanes, splintered…
AN OLD POET’S SUICIDE NOTE Walking in the dark I grew blind Wading across silence I turned deaf Teachers who speak ceaselessly about light, how far above is it? Prophets who taught me about revolution, how remote is it? My…
POWER LINES The revolt will be an electric current from a broken power line A crouching wild animal in the bushes ready to strike at the ones who dare to love it with a touch Its fury pent up from…
THE MAN WITH THE SOLAR BRAIN His brain awash with solar rays The man with the solar brain Walks past the cotton fields And the mobile towers Listening to the tweets and The songs of extinct birds. Extinct is…
AN EXTRACT REASONS FOR EXISTING Just because we have rains out tears don’t stop Just because there’s sunset blood doesn’t get dusted From door to door, there are X marks someone is missing and like the story of Ali Baba…
Rumiana* “Rumiana” is an unending series of Rumi-influenced verse-utterances composed in mobile phone encrypted in txt-language. There is a constant negotiation between I and you, one and 1, in and out, pretentiousness and spontaneity, depth and depthlessness, merging and emerging…
TRUMP ON TRUTH Truth is a liar, a smokescreen invented by gay, black environmentalists who sneak his panics across the border when the border patrol has its back turned because they are busy at work keeping Muslims and Martians out…
As though changing your name each time reborn would absolve you As though by propitiating Durga As though by chanting Hail Mary As though there will be 72 virgins Footbinder, property bandit, Inquisitor, Ass No goddess will come to your…
myana marred your mightiest ships cannot sail to heaven on a river of blood justsayin’ from generation to degeneration the slope slips and slides throughout the land we hear the cry as honesty elides a thousand pictures painted with the…
REVELATORY, VERSION II In this world of heartless consumption waste of human life to the whipsaw; children shot dead while at recess never did so little mean so much then when two deer in a field saw you and you…
(A poem about child abuse due to an addictive parent) Tiny scarlet drops on the little girl’s knee Heart-rending tears, mom’s cherishing embrace kissing the pain away The little girl remindedme of Aiden We both went to the same Elementary…
