The Green Fairy That Drives me

My years ran wild and keen
lurking in drab doorways and shady tails
where languorous with lust and venal luck lives
The Green fairy that drives me
Wondering with wanton abandon and a sensual strut
under indigo skies tinged with a gossamer harvest
With sweet dulcet tones of pyrrhic victory she burns
The Green fairy that drives me
The bile comes with the [...]

Ghost Town

I wrote this sometime back while visiting my hometown in the height of summer and promptly forgot all about it.

Bad roads and the dust.
That’s all I could remember
Of this musty old town seeped with rust
I can use big words now -
Apathy and superstitious neglect
At least those were true before and firm
No more now
Cleared with last [...]

An Ordinary Man

He looked around on his deathbed
All his most formidable friends were there.
Wearing his heart with tears leaking like a seive
His father, vehement, nursed the family grief.
And armed with her knitting needles and shawl
His aunt, who even when they were small,
Had but to look in their innocent game
To make them guilty of some great wrong.
And his [...]

Brevity Anyone ??

“For sale:
baby shoes, never worn.”
This short story by Hemingway is said to be one of his best works, Its amazing what words can do, with either their very brevity or extreme loquaciousness. Each have their beauty. But here comes the fun part. Ran across a few the other day on Wired with the contributors comprising [...]

What is ?

When that crazy sadhu balls up
Read not the mystic but the hash
When the friend who thinks him sane
Read not the growing together but the vain
Cars and motorbikes and petrol hearses
Think not carriages, just tired horses
And the horses themselves
the preacherman’s game.
And remove those lights and gross mannequins
Pray and it invests it with divinity ??
What of the [...]

Riding Home

All I see are rain and traffic jams and mud,
The rush of people swarming and going on.
Perhaps they’ll reach somewhere someday
Before loosing all in the bargain.
Big God men have a tent erected there with
millons poured into the holy one’s idol and gait.
Then you hear the muezzins’ cry,
No doubt pious praises and telling of sacrifical glory
But [...]

At the Night

Let me sleep, let me be
Let me not feel your tender touches, let me
Not hear your whispered nothings
You and I are free if we have no lover
For love consumes time which is more dear to me
Now you are equal to me and at sea
So let me not feel the ache and irrational longing
For we had [...]

cabin fever

Late at night at work one day
The walls start closing in.
White board panels speckled with red, buff and sooty chicken tracks
flanked by cardboard and cloth of a sad and dubious visage
atrophied by inertia and solitary presage.
But they creep and close in. Are they trying to get me ?
I can feel the plastered ceiling drawn [...]

The Porcupine

The Porcupine
A creature extraordinary
walking around covered with pricks
do you wonder though
how it ever came to bear progeny ??
Update #1: Just found out about a limericks contest organised by oxfordbookstore.com and closes by July15.
Here is the link.
PS: No pun intended !
PS2: The lines above do not a limerick make

For Keeps

I have ridden all the way.
All along the fuming tracks and glassy air,
along the charred asphalt and refuse burnt shy.
Where the dust swells in cavernous curtains
of opaque sheets and burnished grain.
I have waded through the soggy earth
where the musk -reek of my sweat
rose to mix with sex smell of a rotten timber thicket
and the [...]