buggered

I have exceeded all limits
So I’m told and i
Believe I’ve done that
The constant throbbing in my head
Started last night and my
Day dotted with a myriad things
was all the same terrible excruciating
it’s not always been like this
though now I wonder
however else could it have been
the sun blotted out
the moon late in coming
what stars there were
didn’t distract or anything
I kept my head low slept
Bathed many times prayed
And from the effort of seeing
Lay resigned and hardly moving
Maybe it is fatigue
the burden of living
On the two islands of thinking
And feeling with a gulf in between



I opened my eyes
Opening eyes
I was seized with horror
With horror seized
A yawning abyss facing me
My fears confirmed

I turned away
Turned to the skies
There too I found a hole
A pit for me everywhere
It’s my choice when I fall but
Whenever was falling not an option

To take a step further
Is to tumble down
But I decide whether
To take that step at all

I will be looking up
When the ego lands
with a thud

boka beaucoup

Twas such a good time
I was one
of the three blind mice
the others being
my lackey and she
now there is
a pair of eyes for the three of us
and woe be to it
whenever she is seeing
the flunkeys asking
too many questions
to say nothing of me
or when I’m using the device


What use is mine
Saying anything to you
Either you are not loud enough
Or I think you are too loud
So we communicate by signs
And for that are anything but primitive
You should hear some of that poetry
See some of those paintings
When it seems someone is listening
We even begin speaking for everybody
So yes we also have politics
There is nothing we can’t do
What use is mine
Saying anything to you


I’m the lord of small causes
Of the stable boy, of the horses
That have bolted
I’m the lord who inhabits
The floors above
I feed the cats and wag the dogs
Partial to appeal suited to my moods
Of what beasts want
I give them more in small doses
My resources are limited
And my justice cold
To the world at large
I mean nothing at all
They know not my worship
I know not their woes


We’ll know what we’ve done
Yet we’ll never say it’s too late
Having wasted it all
We’ll say there’s yet a battle left
And in hope was the war won
In hope we lost our all
But then too remained redemption
That champion quality to negate
Criminal excess or loss due to inaction

motion over a wick

In winter
It will warm you
In summer
It will charm you
Come see for yourself
My crystal marmalade
I’ve carried gifts too


I’ll be your
Boy lover
You can
Be my child wife
When you’ve had
Enough of your
Mother’s work
Or if the teacher
Scolds you
And if you’re done
With the boys
Pulling your hair
And the girls bore you
You can come
play with me
I’ll be roaming
the dusty roads waiting
a vagabond on dusty feet
or dangling my legs
on the branch
leaning into the lake
you can tiptoe behind
and push me in





These are signs
I know one day
I’ll skid across the kerb
Over to the other lane
Where the traffic is
Chiefly trucks
Separated by some
Daily variable time
Now where will i
Save myself in the
Time I have
In the last wait
Will be a realization of eternity
you ask me do I know this
what chances I’d hazard
How long that wait was
When it ended
Much more I can’t say

Why spit fire
When it is available
To dash your head
At alabaster feet
And die for nothing
If not the occasional
Flashes through the slits

In the breeze that
Brings the tide in
And fans the flames
I’m scattered I’m kindling
This is a heat
Winter wouldn’t bear
What chance in summer have i

But once blinded i
Keep blinded me
What eyes oh lord says pinudas
Will turn from you to you seek
What sight can diminish
The light in the darkness that you reveal
Behind the veil of velvet
Your love is the brilliance of galaxies




I know what I’ll do
I’ll jot down my thoughts
And you can see
If I was right
Our lives are no different
I’ve lived mine like I did
You a part of the conspiracy
While mostly quiet
is what I’ve been
i have been thinking
but the sound of my name cheers me
and therein lies my complicity
I’ve driven a crusader’s sword into understanding
But inside the blade has twisted and can’t be freed
And although it bleeds
I won’t leave it bleeding because
It is my grip that I cannot ease
And they are shouting
Some in terrible pain some in
A premature victory
although the subterfuge might work
how long can I pretend
that it is what I say it is

wings/fin

If the guard’s murdered
In his cottage
Well they will
also search the roof
where they won’t find
what they seek
but they will obtain proof
they will see where
I’ve crossed the line
from the windows and the terrace
I’ve reached for that same thing
I’ve wanted to escape unauthorized
to the road less traveled
I have a motive hiding behind
a body of lies

From the roofs the leaps that life takes
Are momentary on the ground
But what is carcass to vultures
Swooped down like a mountain wind
before closing eyes to die

The spent debris from my spaceships
Scattered all over my city
And my grave is in the skies
My end unseen




Profundity sounds too much like a scientific term. The propensity of objects to replicate within any physical boundaries the inner working of the universe at a rate that changes in constant proportion to the lubrication in any given system that the object is a part of at the given moment and is inversely proportional to the square of the measure of friction in the mechanism with the grand deviation seemingly obeying the gini coefficient markers of 0 and 1 where 0 is deep profundity and 1 abundant profundity.

doubt/redoubt

The soul of romance
Eventually droops
It is finally pooped
With all the exertion
From keeping up

It would always aspire
For higher things
To fly away to the realm of wings
And an effortlessness of feeling

But say human beings
And you don’t know the half of it
Robbed of reason, calm and peace
Until love is found when
It moves us mainly in the panting


Look they are
Desperate for love
All over the roads
So desperate
Through the windows
It shows and
In the public gardens
By the water bodies it overflows
And seeps through the hearts
Of all and sundry
My city has a hungry soul
And is also a flesh eater




Your love
In silence
Is violins
When you come
And sit
next to me

when you
touch my hand
in the sea it is
a symphony of waves
and the sight of
dolphins diving

your love is under
all the streetlights
in this city
in the morning
it is the sun
through the trees

deep in the passages of time
the substance of youth
beguiling passion past
the ravages of time
Your name echoes
through the valleys

jiyo mardangi

Something like
Weapons grade
Explosive intent
Renegade imagine
the terrific relief
It can provide by
living and
letting live


The many times
I’ve abandoned ship
I’m seized by
A secret grief
As I flap to the
Shore gaily
I could have returned
To reclaim my things
And then I’m told
I was the captain
Of the damn brig


The searing tip
Of the hot blade
Will use water
To whet the steel
One thirst will drive
The rails into the soil
The other
after a day of toil
Or staying still
will dry the throat
when in the evening
the birds come home
and the nests fill