Un-named

I want to write
But words
Tremble within me
Then die.

I dig through my memory
For experiences
For verse
But all I find is gooey morass.

I yearn to rise
Be the best
But the force
Eludes me
A phantom.

There they are
The first buds of spring
Or is it a mirage
The sightings of a deluded soul
















8th February 2008

Bluer than blue

More goodbyes coming up this Friday
I look forward to the weekends no more.

Burgers and french fries, ice creams chocolate and vanilla
and smiling sad faces around the table

Lesser Hellos on a blue Monday morn
and the tight blinds encase me in a world of subdued grey

The air conditioner cools the room faster now, chills it
and I hear Joe Cocker sing “With a little help from my friends”

The once large buzzing office goes eerily quiet,
The seats around me empty and cold.

Voices and cheer subdued,
Backaches are back.

It’s an inky blue light that surrounds me,
I stumble, blindfolded into the murky grayness of the economic depression.

Determination

I have a strong determination
It will get me any where.
My thoughts on wings
Takes me places on earth and heart
It shows me hope I can’t loose.

I have a strong determination
It will get me any where.
My feet travel, ache and all,
To visions unknown

10th September 08

Image from http://www.fs.fed.us/r3/coronado/forest/recreation/rock_climbing/rocks.shtml

Among the Kelp

I wander
In a kelp forest
Desolate brown
Unsteady in the current.
The oxygen I breath
Rises
To escape
Away from me.

I wander
Unsteady in the current
Lost
Searching for a way
Anxiety raising
Like the escaping oxygen.

I wander
In slow motion
Wide eyed still unfocused
Each moment palpable
I move the kelp
Helter-skelter
Searching for hope

Anxiety raising
Escaping.

3rd January 2009

They are going to burn me

Oh Heinety, canst I change thy name
So your skin singes with every lick of the hot searing flames,
Cringes,
evaporates,
To the tune of animal cries of deranged rage.
To sightless eyes hungry for blood.
To drugged thoughts craving to crush.
To the joy that comes from seeing pain.

Oh Heinety, thy name is mindless violence,
on an orphan girl,
The dispensable sacrifice.


To read more about the situation in Orissa visit http://orissaburning.blogspot.com/

Most misty Bangalore mornings

On the right side of the Banaswadi flyover
Runs a road
One side lined with yellow lumps on metal grey
The other, full of throat clearings.

In the soft mist of winter
The shallow putrid gutter flows,
Foul and fetid,
Men with rakes
Make little heaps of plastic and black mush.

Little kids run barefoot
Snorty and naked
playing and nagging
(across the road and along it)
Others sit empting their bowls like others before them
The ladies in green overalls
Bend double
dust pan and broom
collecting heaps, stuffing them into bins
tinkling along
on their push carts.

I race by
Looking for the blue bus ahead
Watching my every step
Not daring to swallow.

6th January 2008

Untitled

come oh yearning,
live in me,
permanently.
Give me the courage to make you reality.

23rd June 2008