I met her in a smoke filled room in the cold of December; she pushed me on the bed - promised an evening I'd remember. But she had to leave me zipped - said I was one of those kinds; who just can't get the women they love off their minds. So she passed on… Continue reading Honky Tonkness
You are the tube light in the room And I am the lost, abandoned insect humming around it. You are the Vodka shots And I am the empty glass waiting for you to fill me up - to the brim. You are the chicken fried rice And I am the last sixty rupees in my wallet.… Continue reading This is You – This is Me
A cinnamon stick - three inches long - I serve myself in a plateful of Biryani for you. But you, drenched wet my by smell, and my paint on the crispy rice, put me outside the plate, where I stay alone, attracting flies, to be dumped out soon.
Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the day and gaze outside the window of my house at the windows of the other houses across the street which never open, I feel terribly lonely. It is when I think of calling a woman or two to kill my loneliness but then I am… Continue reading Bluesomeness
Women could save my soul from darkness. But then they should know how to hold the lamp steady in a storm.
I have written poems — many — reclined in my bed. This one I write, standing; my body firm with the blows of your memory. It's almost midnight.
Smoke in the air whiskey on the floor; alone * Keep calm written on the shirt of a tired, furious man * crafted cylindrical wood chopped out a tree used for dancing * Haikus written in memories of a dead sibling * A boy leaning on the bed high on marijuana * He liked the… Continue reading Haikus