tryst

i think its too late now
so that its no more fun
to stand in the rain anymore
its too late to get wet
thinking of her getting wet
with me...
together in the rain.
its fun
to stand like this
with the sun between my legs
kind of cozy
feeling the warmth between parted thighs
he comes like spring, softly
and then at a rush
beads of my existance scatter
its good
oh so good
to roll between his legs...
what did she tell him?
now that dreams lie broken like dolls in her attic..
what did she say
when he was like a child
chewing silence like gum?

mayday

they brought in the boat

looked out, sad yet watchful

waves lapped their feet prising sand away from under their heels.

dunes on dunes

crest topped with foam

they carried a witness amongst them

wouldn't speak, wouldn't cry

wouldn't turn back...

a shadow registers

gulls passing convict imaginations

eyes rinsed with brine

eyes raised with brine

to search once more the fluid horizon of hope...

first things

as night you will climb the skies
whispering disembodied winds
will lap your gaunt skull
as a foetus you will banish the first groping hands
your arms supine sharing my bed...a bed perhaps a womb...a coffin..
where nocturnal rites make noise like the first gravel.
your cry carrying the first flood at the larynx of dawn.

devi paksh

silhouette

&

shadow

enjoy

7pomfrets, sldies slit
wash...dust with turneric & salt
paste of onion, garlic, ginger, mustard seeds
coat
wrap in foil & bake for 20 mins at 150 deg. [not preheated oven]
garnish with fresh coriander
mmmmmmm!

close

old, old chinese mingled in your shadows

chasing itself into dream depths

festoons fading in the rays of your childtime embrace

a change of line and motion within the hours of your eyes.

it's easy to dream... but i have nightmares.