Monday, February 15, 2016

About me

The distant peak where
cattle and clouds graze,
is my home that I will
never return to.

Jealous of the joyful,
I stalk them;
to smear my sorrow and
steal their smile.

Can market my scars
to get laid.

Friday, February 12, 2016

Next Step

A fresh start is
just a step away
from the cliff.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Neither here nor...

I have come thus far,
wading through unknown paths;
the journey hardly pleasant.
I can labour on or
circle back to the life
I know and detest.
I have come thus far
many a time, knowing well -
on the yonder side,
awaits the boundless.

Thursday, September 24, 2015


Today, I cannot contain
my boundless joy.

I walk,
hands in pocket,
a heavy smile pasted on my face,
but I don't mind.

On a sunlit road,
I struggle not to dance,
but step on imaginary patterns -
a couple forward and a step back;
a brief pause appended
by a side step.

I shriek an old tune
landing on the wrong pitch,
snip some lyrics
and add my own words.

I tip my hat, now and then,
for a thirsty mongrel.

Tempting it is,
to loop my hands with strangers
and have a quick goofy dance
or try a prank on clueless victims
and flee the scene.

Friday, August 07, 2015

On the edge

I wish to be perched
with stretched legs
on an ergonomic rock
at the edge of a cliff.

The most urgent task
would be to watch
the distant shepherd
enter and leave my visual frame.

Nothing moves.
The only sudden movement
would be the scurrying chameleon,
when I throw a stone.

While I suck in the stillness
into my head
I shall resurface from the trance
only to check if I still breathe.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Craving the Unknown

Spinning globe,
familiar landscapes,
lost in trance,
hazy images of
nations and names,
I close my eyes.

The search is on,
but I know not
what I lost!
Behind a holy rock or
beneath a wishing tree
in a blessed land
that pilgrims flock
will the spinning globe
show me what
is worth searching for?

Monday, May 26, 2014

Force of Habit

An undying thirst for the unknown,
the sea water promised plenty but quenched none.
Is this life made of impulsive doing?
Or does it carry a glorified meaning?
Who am I and from where did I start?
Lined with grieving bricks,this heart
can't house misery more.
But,even after spotting the distant shore,
and soaked in grief laden breeze,
why do I still circle the dark seas?