Immigrants…? Mr. President…Sir.. Immigrants..?

In olden days there was this custom of writing a poem for the king or the premier in a place… I think as poets it is our responsibility to write one for the premier here.. Here is my Trump Poem Immigrants…? Mr. President…Sir.. Immigrants..? ———————————————– Manipulate people fuel the sentiments of a few just to…

Our Life is a Lost Cause writing our own obituary

Someone asked me what my truth is I had to say it is personal They asked me why is Truth Personal I said because it only matters to me “What about the people who love you” They asked “I love them” I said And I looked at him and went on Truth is personal and has nothing…

Liveliness of the Abstract

My alcohol failed mornings wake up to the drops of the dew breaking at a flower’s glance My unshaved cauliflower cropped face opens up to the now faint whisper of a scream that put me to rest yesterday This stinking body that was flushed down a soapy drain yesterday will today wash clean in the…

A Mirrored Window View

It was a very strong wind that fell the leaf; And it was a very cold winter as I remember. The streets that were lonely at three in the afternoon, became so busy when the clock struck seven in the evening This End of Year I will buy two sets of dress one that has red…

The Absurdity of Myopia

I will not allow the winter to eat from the same plate the sun has been hungry for a very long time There is a feast up there and the stars seem to have missed it But who cares because there are no wedding bells Wedding bells are a sign of majestic marvel In one…

Reading @ Willow Glen

Last Thursday Oct 20th I was the featured reader at the willow Glen poetry project and did a 40 minutes reading. I made a Mashup of the reading and here is a 5 video of several poems all broken and stitched in no specific fashion. May be it ought to be Breaking and Stitched in…

Today is Gandhi Jayanthi

Today is Gandhi Jayanthi… Birthday of Gandhiji… Mahatma Gandhi… the Father of Nation in India. I grew in a time when one could be termed un-indian if they do not celebrate it But this year someone has also unveiled the first ever statue of Gandhi’s killer Godse in Meerut; Interesting…. is it against Gandhi or…

Closed Eyes are Fooled to Believe

“It is ok to try a lie once in a while” He said with his eyes closed thats how people talk to show they are learned they close their eyes to show they know the unknown He Continued- “because the truth is used to waiting” He paused and took a deep breath “but lies never…

Turmoil

There is turmoil beneath the skin of the society There are thorns kissing flowers at the crust of a volcano It is no more pretty, the thorns, they have lost their charm No wonder you should not kiss flowers At least not with passion Passion creates a thin line of blood that shows you the…

The Party in the Sky

Today the Clouds will tell a different story they can afford to do so; the sun has set for the day. The clouds claim they have nothing to do with the ocean, and that does not seem to bother the tides Their machinery does not depend on these emotional clouds they live in a freedom…

2016 National Poetry Month Experience

Last year my poetry project was to write an english poem a day and this year I decided to step it a bit and did two projects in two languages. One was to write an english poem every day for 30 days just like last year and the second was to take a poem by…

Long live the shadow – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day30

Today is Day 30 of the National Poetry Month and after 29 days of daily poetry writing we call it a day today. Here is the last poem of the month Long live the shadow ——————- In a shiver there is a story that cannot be retold not even in thoughts the shiver is the…