A New Selection Of Poems And Haiku And Tanka Sequences

1

IMAGINARY GAINS

The accessories hidden in the candle flame

are the cages we accomplish and unmake

to blueprint the abutting and yet fear

the emergency ablaze at night

dream the apropos of carnal colleagues

and how to badge their freedom

against owls, monkeys and bandicoots

that bark at anniversary move to the lee

and yet pretend our poses intact

through several byways ability achievement stand

breath by animation cabal adjoin ourselves

only to apprehend the echoes that rise

or die down in blackout the twangs

of anamnesis acknowledge the pit

dug over the years or the earth

fermented with abstract gains

2

I DON’T KNOW…

I don’t apperceive how to accommodate the continued abrupt trail

with hidden scorpions beneath apart rocks

at home with beastly muck in a basin existence

strolling advancement through a bracken of TV images

politics of glory, debris and god

the odd arts of money, bureaucracy and control

nobody knows who unmakes whom

I don’t apperceive how to chase the ridges

back to the aisle and the asleep river

but angle for a moment to rub the bank from my feet

before annoying about the absent animation and fear

of the abutting night and ascent smoke

dissolving in the sky or conspiring with elements

hardly in antithesis but contorting the psyche

I don’t apperceive what is there for me to hope

when the rains rejuvenate and flood both

the abhorrent fetor and the accident of pathways

linger best than the flavour of the aboriginal drops

under the timberline the dabble feeds no sparrows

but algae that couldn’t dry now allurement tiny souls

that abort to air-conditioned with heaven’s breath

3

TIME TO BREAK OFF

How continued can I abound after roots

or accomplish way for what is approaching

in agenda noises I can’t be

inheritor of apparent cowards

smelling the arse on their fingers

nor can I be the priest checking

the burnt tongues to analysis criminals

stiff with algid I’m annoyed of animal

struggle for adaptation and endure rites

in candle ablaze digging cursed

treasure for night songs others croon

I can’t analyze names in smoke

nor overlook the faces emerging

from the cast of tremors

that are islands to shackle

feet in blackout abutting the cycle

of amnion that augment the sea

I feel chastening arrest and pain

now it’s time to breach off and bury

the ash in the apple and bulb afresh

foliage for rains or sun to nurse

a afterlife I could yield pride in

4

WE HARBOUR HISTORIES

The canard of the sky is added absolute than the earth’s

lies can’t sustain achievement of divinity

we accept complicated with poesying

private hells to abate breeze of time

that couldn’t carve heaven: we harbour histories

of torn promises and collapsed gods

lament men and women active in light

now soulless, bodiless, traceless we look

upward and carve continents from clouds

hanging ancestors that may never be

5

EXPOSÉ

Created in self

listening to the book

evolving me

in degeneration

indistinct and delusive

memory bank

reigning my action

orgasmic illusion

I accumulate recycling

cocooned exposition

6

HOW SILLY

You’re my adulation tonight

you apperceive me as you know

your body

will you bother to say accost tomorrow

if we accommodated in the street

alone like this?

just as I like your frisette

you like my macho smell

you say. will you clutch

my easily like this tomorrow

if I accommodated and say I’m hungry?

how silly, darling, go & wash

your aperture smells pubic hair

7

LET’S MEET

Before the bananas ripe

let’s accommodated at atomic once

lest the fog bedew passion

let’s baptize our love

the sun is ablaze this morning

and night’s promising

let’s accommodated and unfreeze winter

of years, alcohol some wine

restore amore of accepting and hope

and alleviate the breaches

without atramentous goggles for seeing

let’s accommodated at atomic once

8

DYING SUN

How does it matter

I bethink or forget

the nights or lights

that angle still

in the abutting fog

nothing visible

nor audible

the ample planes

touch the ground:

it’s all game

of assumption and vague

everyone

everything

even the tick

of the clock

this freezing hour

redolent of

crumbling echoes

I can’t all-powerful vision

or approach up certainty

to apish follies

of dying sun

9

SHADOW

Last evening

I saw a annual bloom

today it’s faded

but my fear

lurking like a shadow

ever present

I can’t erase:

emptying the mind

easier said than done

10

POETIC DISTURBANCE

There’s added to appearance in a dew drop

than what lies in my backyard

–years of muck and mucking about-

burial too difficult

in sunlight images shine

like clear brawl acknowledge my mind

in anapestic disturbance

leaking animalism and claret on broiled grass

11

IT DOESN’T RAIN

It’s lightning

every evening

in the sky

but it doesn’t rain

I accumulate postponing

my journey

whether the alternation is late

or I absence it

it doesn’t matter

I attending below

the abysm is wide

like the lightning

but it doesn’t rain

12

ALLERGIES

The beautician sees

a abeyant customer

in me but I pass

the abutting faces

after the continued airing sunshine

a fag in the car

short carnival:

neatly adumbrate achromatic vests drying

in the balcony

helter skelter

afternoon airy rain

allergies again

13

WHO CARES?

Death hides in the body

but who sees? it’s obscure

living on the edge

seeking amplitude into swamp

they all allocution about the sun

swelling in the sky

and abutting eyes to the spider

spinning after-effects on the ceiling

all alone, but who cares?

suspicion and distance

like lovers they pretend

to leave, yet break longer

dishing out luxuries

showing off generosity

on the heart’s adorned table

waiting to acceptable the guest

14

MERKABA

They say my bearing was a adorable event:

here I am adversity third-rate villains

that arrect walls to stop the chariots

from Merkaba: the angels anger but who cares

heaven is a delusion in beastly zoo

15

NEW YEAR

The dates on agenda question

all my baffled acts

and memories that abode or fade

in nightly nakedness

stumbling adjoin the next day’s sun

without celebration

at 63 January jeers

my degenerating sex

a still itch: mantra and mirror

quiet god and dehydration petals

16

GLEAM OF LIGHT

Late August:

clouded midnight, sneezing

restless in bed

all abrogating vibes

well up the mind

jackals bawl outside

I apprehend Hsu Chicheng

for a beam of light

17

AVALANCHE

Time’s wrinkling fingers

trivialize the sun and snow

in a agee land

I see history crippled

with midnight dyspnoea

the blooming umbrella

hosts disaster:

the barrage waits on its shoulder

the anguish opens

18

I CAN LIVE

I’ve outlived

the winter’s allergies

and atramentous rains

in a beastly zoo

I can live

my retirement too

without alimony and medicare:

the wheelchair doesn’t frighten

I can live

uncared and unknown

survive torn home

the asleep of the arms

the affliction in the neck

and aggrandizement too

19

HERESY

My shrinking body

even if I donate

what’s there for research:

devil in the spine

abusing argot in sleep

or bleeding anus

defy all prayers

on bed or in temple-

the aforementioned heresy

oozing and stinking

onanist excursion

dead or alive

20

CLAY DREAMS

They accomplish my face

ugly in my own sight

what shall I see in the mirror?

there is no beauty

or asceticism left

in the naked nation:

the streams breeze dark

and the hinges of doors moan

politics of corruption

I bawl for its names

and the faces they deface

with adobe dreams

21

SANGAM

The able in the sky

is not the aflush cleavage

to abduction the body

nor is the barbarian any free

to escape the blood-soaked river

that reflects adamant wrath

in active position

they all apprehend their reward

for burying the noise

of brilliant chargeless wheeling

in arctic passion

turn beggars they all

search amore with ash-smeared sadhus

at alley ancillary tea stall

whistle and ablution off sins

in sangam muddled

with advantaged few arise high

but I’m animated I clamber on earth

my roots don’t beachcomber in the air

22

QUAIL DREAMS

I’ve lived 23,000 days

awaiting a day that could become

god’s day in eden apple or within

or even my grandson’s smile

on his aboriginal day in mother’s arms

now I sit an abandoned boat

on a still river

and agitate with blanch dreams

23

RETURN TO WHOLENESS

The physique is precious

a car for awakening

treat it with care, said Buddha

I adulation its stillness

beauty and sanctity

here and now

sink into its calm

to apprehend the whispers in all

its ebbs and flows

erect, penetrate

the bend of activity and loss

return to wholeness

24

NONE TALK

Flowers don’t bloom

in accolade to

builders’ apathy

the copse are dying:

they too apperceive they’ll be felled

or the calefaction will kill

the accurate rises

calamity too will rise

none allocution the charcoal they bring

25

STRANGER

I don’t apperceive area I lived

in my above existence

but the hell I’ve breathed

for three decades here

couldn’t acclimate my soul:

I abide a stranger

to them and to the algid walls

that put out the candle lights

in my roofless house

26

INDIFFERENCE?

Being good

couldn’t accomplish me know

any better

I was harmless

they awash my name

and became

what I couldn’t

in the average of day light

I vanished like faces

from voters’ list

with no difference

to who wins

or who loses

27

I TOO DESCEND

Some beginning bones, and artist dress

distorted hopes, avalanche vision

hardly any bigger the face of the body

and if there is a soul, the physique hears

the map guides the mind’s midnight

but the destination is different

deception is courage

they apperceive the end of journey

and get down if the alternation stops

I too descend

28

DRIED VISION

Teary eyes

with bonfire and lightning

dried vision

caged existence

seek deliverance

muttering old prayers

29

SEASON’S PRICK

Unpruned roses

and alien grasses

make me aware

of the emptiness

the aphotic in her allowance sounds

she searches out

her adumbration in

the ascent moon

I feel the season’s prick

30

DEGENERATION

When gods are out to advise me a lesson

where to go to adjure or acquisition relief?

my astrologer accompany adumbrate anniversary day good

and the abutting fulfilling, the palmists find

the sun, saturn, venus, and rahu hostile:

they seek money for rituals, stones or mantras

while God gives us the best in activity gratis

I can’t change man or nature, nor the karmas

now or tomorrow they all delude

in the bewilderment of advantage and curse

stars, fate, destiny, or activity afore and after

degenerating the mind, body, thought, and divine

31

CRACKS

The cracks on the parapet

have widened for the peepal

to break blooming for once

rains too ambition us to drench

our active and feel one

with air-conditioned wind

in a aphotic corner

shed fears and adore love

32

BUGGING

Each night a challenge:

suffocative restlessness

sleepless spirits’ noise

sexual starvation

anal menstruation

dingy subconscious

conspire abaft bankrupt eyes

absent healing and

wishful miracles

a clueless sun rises

bugging time and life

33

NEIGHBOUR

With artful mind

and adroit heart

loud and rebellious

a able loser

perfumes the room

with adulatory lips

and beasts a preacher

to revolution

34

VACATION

Because I had no STD cipher to punch Heaven

I absolved into Hell barometer happiness

in active curve on the award and shrinking head:

I couldn’t apperceive if adulation sieved and sank

like a address on vacation

35

SECRET

When I asked

to accessible her secret

she showed me thumb

I thought

she would return

love for love

36

LEMONS IN COURTYARD

She backdrop the stooping lemons

with pale but avoids

bending abutting to me:

I die to draw the blossom

in my twining arms

but she brand the added scent

37

TRANSITION

Coming out of the room

they smile to anticipate they’re not

what they were before

nor would they anytime be

the aforementioned afresh even if

they capital to be

38

YOU CAN’T SCENT ME

In the balladry I write

you can apprehend my mind

even apperceive if I’m blue

before the mirror

when I angle in the dark

you can’t aroma me

nor will words comfort

in arctic December

when abandoned in candle light

empty coffee cups

deride the syllables

I circuit to accomplish haiku

my hairs in air

reveal the baldness:

wank after wad

39

SECRET OF WAKING

Standing at the edge

I continued to float with after-effects &

wave with burning wind

on the dream water’s breast

I apprehend tomorrow’s wonder:

the abstruse of waking

40

I TALK TO MYSELF IN BED

After a day’s labor

they lie on a bank pile

in the basement of

a new arcade complex

rising boring next door

like the after-effects at Nellore beach

that bankrupt afore wiping

my name on the sand

I yield a breeze at sunset:

they play with artificial bottles in water

or eat absurd angle in the huts

I’m warned adjoin agreement it on Facebook

she hates my face

nor am I accustomed to speak

to the biologic aficionado best up

from the aperture accomplish of

Varsha Apartments

his ancestor questions

if there’s law in the country

only a artery dog wags its tail

I buzz and yield a seroflo puff

and admiration if I should visit

NIMHANS and get checked

to administer my sleep

she questions why I anticipate of Bangalore

for analysis of all my ailments

and takes me to Bannerghatta zoo

for beastly viewing

41

JOURNEY

All around

snoring men and women

in an adulterated coach

allergies multiply

restive continued hours

now too much

to buck the loneliness

of alternation journey

42

AFTER THE ACT

They convenance death

in academy and accusation India:

terrorist politics

no wake-up call

be it Nawaz or Modi

power luxury

in angel costume

each invokes divine

condemnation

after the act

ritual accuracy burial

and accord politics

43

SHADE IN DREAM

I anticipation I would authority her

in my accoutrements afore falling

and kiss her on the table

or beneath the tree

but she never let me:

she accomplished up coolly

leaving me a adumbration in dream

44

EDICT

After the afterlife of Jesus

I accomplished to be a sinner:

God’s appear afterpiece with His love

My bonfire glows with passion

and dreams acceleration in new shapes

I adulation the spirit’s edict

45

JAGGED EDGES

Too stifling

inside the boat

outside

waves of hopelessness

in amaranthine sea

noah’s ark is no home

nor an island

promise of eden

it’s alone asleep dreams

floating or flying

for a abbreviate break

I too would end

repeating the aforementioned myth

on addled asperous edges

46

BODY: A BLISS

To see you naked

is to anamnesis the Earth

says Garcia Lorca

it’s no sin to love

strip naked in bed, kitchen

or adoration room

the bodies don’t shine

all the time nor passion

wildly overflows

but if we accept time

we accept to bethink parts

arouse asleep flesh

rub raw with desire

peeling wet layers through light

sound, senses and taste

play the seasons:

the appetite is anytime new

and beatific too

to recreate

the body, a temple

and a prayer

47

RED LIGHT

Hurrying at red light

is no exception

be it cartage or sex

movement is the essence

and time matters

48

MISTY DARKNESS

sleepy roads

with or after light

tear the sky

I watch the murmur

in the bleary darkness

Tao of midnight

49

ALOOF

Unlinked to the tree

he doesn’t apperceive his family-

stands aloof, questions

ancestors don’t change

the affection of the weather:

the blade needs his name

50

FRESHNESS

The addle leaves

blown in autumn

come afresh with the annoyed rains

the division confers

through the bendable blah clouds

the growing bloom on naked trees

51

ROOF TOP

On the roof top

she waits for her man with

moon block and lantern:

a beam of argent showers

on the mist-shrouded figure

52

FORTIS

So abounding patients

so abounding diseases

masked faced

in Fortis I inhale

microbes in AC lounge

53

PAIN

Tears dry up

leaving no marks area her pain

ends and abundance begins

on the face accomplish up damps

with aching diaphoresis and algid sighs

54

LEECHES

At the end of the day

when I attending aback and see

my ability and insight

rusting with ageing colleagues

I benevolence my age and wish

to accord up; I can’t change

the agency and ends frustrate

the will to plan any more

I ambition to blow now burying

ambience and achievements

that anguish the physique and make

empty sounds in the hollow

of a anointed pond continued doomed

for marrying self-indulgent

elites and idiots

sucking generations

55

WITHOUT SLEEP

Anxieties don’t end

with age bonfire angry to quench

drugs hardly advice reach

climax any added and

ecstasy a far cry

without sleep

through broiled roses to nightmares

I that appears to smell hell all day

suffer shrinking passions

in the alveolate of my mind

56

PROFESSOR

A professor

not afraid so much-

shrinking genius

at his table angle nudes

reviews bootless erections

57

BEWARE

Professors beware

intellectual success

lies in inventing

lies to burrow accepted truths

and complete holier-than-thou

58

TEA BREAK

With acerbic comments

he tries to castrate a standpat

in a feminists’ meet

and turns a sook

at tea break

59

PIQUED

Going forth Boring Canal

he is affronted to decay a sin

over banned evening

in the capital’s

canal culture

60

FILTH

The chains multiply

wrap activity in the derma of water

crying quits to an acomous sky:

the aphasiac physique suffers

the arising filth

61

TATTOO

A serpent twists

it’s arch to face a dragon

on her shoulder:

their cape on breast in water

swirl to absolve my kiss on skin

62

SMILE

Her smile

with the aroma of sandal

makes adulation livelier:

I seek Tao

in the wind’s flavour

63

NEST

Peeping through the fog

the sun feebly comforts

a sparrow’s nest

built beneath the window sill:

I apprehend a new-born crying

64

MY FACE

My face

locked in her hands

I can’t look-

love’s alteration shapes

a bird in cage

65

CHERRY

A brume covers

the basin of her body

leaves memories

like the shiver of cherry

in abstracted January

66

BREATH

I adulation her undress

the ablaze with eyes that spring

passion with kisses

she leaves her name again

for my animation to canyon through

67

AT SEA

Awaiting the wave

that’ll ablution abroad abandoned hours

and amaranthine longing

in this asleep blackout at sea

I cull down chunks of sky

68

TEMPLE

Scratching his groin

a adherent offers food:

the flattered deity

in aureate garbage, holy

water, incense, and sweat

69

COLOUR

In absolute accent

they altercate accounts and

foam with colour

at the dining table

smell broiled beer

70

LIPSTICK

A happier image

with beneficial top

turns rapturous

as she tamps her love

with adulterated lipstick

71

REALIZATION

Men or women

no active gods:

the physique has no sex

the form, the body

and the name unreal

the acme of eternity

denudes the mind

72

FRESH FUTURE

Where will we reach

sailing in a coffin

or absent to anchor

off the bubble arch

the gold and amethyst ashes

won’t animate the phoenixes

lost in belief and stories:

we charge to recoup

the elements’ balance

and actualize new suns

and moons that could ablaze the cave

and activate a beginning future

73

LET MY COUNTRY NOT SINK

Where apprenticeship leads to submissiveness, not self-respect

where ability and accepting depends on certificates

where push-out is alleged drop-out

Where repression breeds fear, powerlessness, breach and marginalization

where dependency, not self-sufficiency, perpetuates with helplessness

where depression is the way of activity and address is decried

Where the arrangement blames the victims to bottle cachet quo

and the beck of acumen is absent in attenuated divisions

Into that ever-widening hell of majority and minority

O my God,

let my country not bore in the new century

74

SEXLESS SOLITUDE

I don’t seek the bedrock bowl

Buddha acclimated while here:

she dwells on moon beams

I see her smiling

with wind adamant breast

in sexless solitude

her ablaze is not priced

but able to enlighten

the silver-linings

75

LOVE: A TANKA SEQUENCE

His bulletin to meet

at moonrise a part of flowers

sparkles a secret

on her animated face passion

glows with absorbing fervor

she is no moon yet

she drifts like the moon, takes care

of him from the sky-

meets him for a short, waxing

leaves him for a long, waning

before traveling to bed

she looks too sad to have

any candied dream:

the abandoned lamp glints no love

and no brilliant peeks through the curtains

yearning to accommodated him

she turns a silk-worm spinning

love-silk in algid night-

stands in a adumbration melting tears

like a candle, bead by drop

stains on broiled dewy

tears on the eyelids acquaint of

the amount on her mind:

clothed in bounce the willow twigs

reveal the afflicted relation

locked in the shadows

of unrolled curtains her love

in the abandoned boudoir:

she plays tunes on the violin

flowers achromatize at the windows

she senses all things

changing as she passes through

the city-limits again:

should I leave the old abode or

lie in the grave afore death

76

SPIRITUAL FLICKERS

Plodding abroad at

season’s conspiracies

life has accepted untrue

with God an abandoned word

and prayers abandoned cries

I ambition I could live

nature’s accent chargeless from

bondage of clock-time

rituals of plan and sleep

expanding haiku present

on the adoration mat

the easily aloft in vajrasan

couldn’t acquaintance God-

the adoration was too continued and

the winter night still longer

the apperception creates

withdrawn to its own pleasures

a blooming thought

behind the banyan tree

behind the ablaze lust

I can’t apperceive her

from the body, derma or curve:

the aroma cheats

like the angelic hymns chanted

in hope, and there’s no answer

unknowable

the soul’s following hidden

by its own works:

the spirit’s thirst, the strife

the active silence, too much

unable to see

beyond the adenoids he says

he meditates

and sees visions of Buddha

weeping for us

the mirror swallowed

my aisle on the shore

I couldn’t accusation the waves

the geese kept aerial over head

the caliginosity kept affective afar

the lane to temple

through abhorrent drain, dust, and mud:

black aback of Saturn

in a bound enclosure

a addled devotee

seeking shelter

under the aureate wings

of Angel Michael

a adoration abroad now

whispers the moon in cloud

not abundant fun-

cold night, asthmatic cough

and abandoned Christmas:

no quiet abode within

no beginning alpha for the New Year

77

NO MOIST SECRETS

Layers of dust thicken

on the mirror baptize makes

the smuts prominent:

I clean and clean and yet

the stains break like sin

when I accept no home

I seek ambush in the cage

of your affection and close

my eyes to see with your nipples

the timberline that cared to save from sun

in the backwoods of your hair

my feel searches

the little fair of blood

that stirs the hidden waters

and contains my restlessness

crazy these people

don’t apperceive how to go down

with the agitate and up

with the circle but play

in the angry water

watching the waves

with him she makes an angle

in contemplation:

green edger and white cream break

on the bank with falling mood

they couldn’t adumbrate the moon

in baptize or baiter but now

fish annex from sky:

I watch their acumen and smile

why I lent my rod and bait

the aperture in her eyes

and continued hours in the mouth–

no clammy secrets

between us to reveal:

now our backs to anniversary other

all her predictions

could appear accurate had I paid her

the fees for writing

psychic reflections on dreams

I bootless to apprehend in life

wrinkles on the skin

remind me of time’s passage

year by year travelled

long distances renewing

spirit and bouncing goodbye

feeling the difference

between a tin abode and

a acclimate affidavit tent:

on the Yamuna’s bank

Kumbh deluge to ablution sins

with atramentous and white marks

and backup of all-overs on its skin

the timberline grows taller

shining through the geometry

of sun, moon and halogen

my voice

brown like autumn

crushed in noises I can’t

understand canicule canyon in colors

buried

a cloud-eagle

curves to the haze

in the west

skimming the sail

on impaired sea

heaven is

the frisson of union

with fishwife

behind the boulders

on sea beach

before the foamy

water could bite her vulva

a afraid passed

through the bend authoritative her shy –

the sea aside a new song

78

PASSION

She gives him the push

when he says sex starving

is a greater sin

than abnegation for his continued life

or praying to the lingam

one added plateau

to accommodate amid lapses in bed:

the moon shines ablaze and naked

I adventurous her algid lashes

after a tiff

lying beneath the aforementioned blanket

two of us stare

the analytical moon and turn

with blitheness to anniversary other

shaped like a bird

a bead of baptize lands

on her breast:

my animation all-overs to kiss it

before her pelvic flick

glowing with sweat

her anatomy bind up

and the toes curl

breathing gets heavier

trembling… twitching… ecstasy

weaving no web

a aphotic fishing spider

mates in the creek

and curls up blind from the twat

in one-shot deal

79

POST-WAR: A Haiku Sequence

Night bombing

leaves the garden

white as death

vultures waiting

for the leftovers

of the sacrifice

whiteness of the moon

and rocks bark with the wind–

fear in the veins

in the ruins

searching her photo:

evening

in the diary

searching buzz numbers of

friends now alive

standing behind

the window confined observes

darkness in shapes

watching

the black amid the stars

enlightenment

awaits his son’s

phone alarm from the border:

dogs and bodies wail

a asleep voice

calling up at dawn:

drowsy eyes

alone

on her bed rings

the corpuscle phone

going alone

an abandoned shadow

in the mall

crowded streets

moving a part of the years

wretched faces

shell-shocked or frozen

he stands in tears on hilltop

craving nirvana

unmoved by the wind

he sits on a bedrock wearing

peace of the lake

hearing heaviness

of her footsteps passing

the bankrupt door

withdrawn within

sensing infinity

an island

searching peace

in the aphotic blankness

of mind’s silence

in silence

one with the all-powerful will

growing within

80

LOVE-MAKING

Her sleeping desire

no bedraggled tantalizer:

we too together

bedside altar

smell of her hair:

dreams ablaze up

her veil

hides the face

love too

lovemaking

he melts into her

time stands still

lovemaking

the complete of orgasm:

LaoTzu*

*A abundant complete is inaudible, and a abundant angel is formless,” said Lao Tzu.

making love

she tastes the alkali upon

his shoulder

candling in vein

leaves marks of teeth on her neck

utters holiness

making love

hands bound and arch hung

prayer in bed

unclothing

the white night:

lips affair lips

writes with strands of

watery hair on her bald back

a adulation haiku

after the tumble

buried amid the sheets

leftover passion

hidden amid the sheets

my smothered sense-

salted honey

she departs

leaving abaft her clothes

over mine

they appear together

as themselves aural themselves-

love’s silence

81

SNAKES

Sunny morning:

a snake slides through the fence

looking for a prey

full of silt

the Ganga overflows:

snakes beneath the waves

raises its hood

a cobra in water:

algae criss-cross

a quick brush

with snake in the fence:

plucking flowers

searching reason

in the labyrinthine pattern:

snakes in courtyard

avoids searching

mushroom in the awash blooming -

snake on the fence

searches arrow apples

to allay lingam:

snake in sanctum

dreaming her nude

the serpent rises:

first orgasm

a snake’s tail

coils annular a sweet

in the box

smells a snake

in the wet grass -

her smile

rises with tickles

between the thighs

the dream-serpent

a chicken snake

slithers on the grass -

dewy aisle of love

climbing top through

rough alleyway and adamant cold

a blooming snake

a chicken snake

through the blooming balsams bed

a abandoned frog puffs up

a snake’s asleep skin

near the fence:

she stands unmoving

82

HIBISCUS

Red oleander and

hibiscus calling morning

to Kali

the abandoned hibiscus

waits for the sun to bloom:

morning’s aboriginal offering

without abrasion hands

he touches the hibiscus for worship:

her afflictive glance

love tickles

with arrect pistil:

hibiscus

narrowly escape

the midair web of spider

perched on hibiscus

a tiny spider

on the hibiscus sucking

its aureate hue

suspended

on the spider’s web –

a hibiscus

after little rain

lilies smile with hibiscus –

the sun in May

hibiscus

over the mossy roof

deeply rooted

oleander and

hibiscus bonfire with affection –

making adulation in sun

83

ALONE

Waiting for the train

alone on the platform

swatting mosquitoes

after the party

empty chairs in the backyard –

new moon and I

all guests gone:

after the backward party

night and I

nothing changes

the night’s ugliness

in the abandoned bed

alone

in a ashen bed

aged love

in the well

studying her image

a woman

knitting silence

my wife on the bench

after lunch

virtual flirting

untamed bedraggled bushes-

dystopia

a moth

struggling for life

on wire

a abandoned sparrow

atop the naked branch

viewing sunset

between abstinent curves

he deep-breathes black mist

rests in the hollow

the abandoned augment –

a abundant woman

stares out of the window

facing the sun

the abandoned flower

dying to bloom

a asleep blade hangs

by a spider’s thread

invisible in sun

under a tree

in brainwork sunken

a abandoned stone

alone

on the National Highway

Hanuman.

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