Sunday, December 30, 2018

journey

i'd like to go 
on a nice long train ride
through the network of your brain 

navigate through 
criss-crossed thoughts
discover secrets,
surprises and grey areas

let me roar through
steep mountains, dark tunnels 
and fertile fields of red and gold 

and ease up 
at dimly-lit abandoned stations 
nobody else cares to stop at 

look, do you see 
that cat on the platform? 
curious eyes watch 
from underneath the magazine-cart 

the door's open, 
let me stand here
and watch the sky form 
long streaks of motion blur

slow down, you say 
and patterns start to emerge
as the engine pulls into a new place

in anticipation 
of conversations over
steaming hot cups of chai 

and the promise
of exploring
uncharted waters 

the signal reflects
the fiery setting sun
it's time to get off here.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

privilege

a shiny new car
a new shirt from the mall 
see, want, buy -- things we don't need 
but would like to have

the lightness of easy spending 
the buoyancy of affordability 

does it really make up 
for the guilt of privilege
that rests heavy
unbudging

Thursday, September 06, 2018

art


a poetic verse
drowning in the sound 
of a crowd talking among themselves

an elaborate illustration 
lost on the walls
of a dirty, stinking subway

a beautiful song
trying to make its presence felt
among train announcements

a grey photograph
subdued by the loud
angry neon billboard 

a profound comic
dying in the noise of 
Instagram feeds

a rich voice
singing to the stars
in the middle of the desert

extraordinary works
undiscovered stories 
overshadowed by busy daily lives 

why bother at all 
to create a piece of art 
what is it worth? 

Thursday, June 21, 2018

revival

delicate little
herb plant
you died overnight

leaves droop
and hang over 
the side of the pot

i add some water
in the hope that maybe
tomorrow you will revive yourself

and in the morning,
i find a miracle
replenished again, you're doing fine

if only this worked
for everyone.  

Monday, May 21, 2018

decisions

perhaps there are no right
and wrong decisions
perhaps there is only
a slot of time 

Monday, April 30, 2018

ache


love is sustaining
love is fulfilling
loving is easy, they say
love is warmth and comfort
she cradles you as you sleep 

but love
which truly transforms you 

is love
which is a 
special kind of ache. 

Friday, April 13, 2018

will


a little leaf
peeking out
from the crack in the ground

wet, bent over
by the merciless rain 
a struggle
to survive 
bearing the weight 
of heavy, shiny droplets 

there's so much fight
left in it yet 

Sunday, April 08, 2018

i went for a walk today


i went for a walk today
before sunrise

i soaked in the slow spread 
of the golden-red
across the sky
like the first wash 
of a painting 

the lake gently nudged
its bank-dwellers awake

a flock of ducks 
took off one by one
skyward, in formation 

a black and white magpie
opened its wings, revealing  
a shimmery, deep blue 

a swan sailed silently
across the grey lake 
rippling the reflections 

its chick, hesitating at first
behind the tall fronds
stepped forwards

and plop, landed in the waters
following its mother
creating ripple inside ripple 

in a mesmerizing pattern 
which gradually subsided into 
a calm blue-grey

it was like  
like nothing ever happened 

until a goose, honking loudly
stepped into the water 
and splashed about wildly

another, and then another
joined in, and they raised their voices
in a deafening chorus 

a cousin flying overhead 
called out to them
one answered, the others followed

and suddenly they were all gone, 
just like that, and the lake's waters 
closed in again 

i went for a walk today 
and it reinforced what i've always suspected
that life is a poem
life is a song. 

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Rains

allow me 
to drink in 
your very being

through you
i taste the monsoons,
the wet earth, 
life-giving. 

Tuesday, February 06, 2018

swaddled in snow
a world so white
a transformation so dramatic
overnight
it didn't make a sound 

Monday, February 05, 2018

wait

throw things around
raise your voice 
shout and scream

isn't that what
we all want to do 
from time to time

hold back 
for a moment or two
and it will pass

a small victory
every time. 

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

abroad

home
you cannot be 
one fixed place

you have to be
fluid, adapting 
to where i am 

so let go of your 
old-fashioned ideas, to 
help me stay sane 

hello 
new home  
adopt me please

Friday, February 17, 2017

spider

​a spider
weaves its web
from one leaf
to another 

fine silk 
is threaded
into beautiful symmetry
an intricate pattern 

maybe you will notice it
on a misty morning 
hanging in the forest 
in all its dewy glory 

maybe you will say 
ooh and aah
take a picture 
and gather a following

meanwhile, a fly
caught in the web
is relished 
by this artist 

it cares not a damn
for your like 
or your comment
or for what you think

Saturday, October 01, 2016

waves on the rocks

heavy
with the weight
of a billion secrets

the sea crashes
on the shore
scattering them into the air
asking for more 

Monday, July 06, 2015

offer

i want 
to give you everything

my patience
when you need time
my silence 
when you need space

my comfort
when you don't want to ask 
my love
when you don't expect it

my stupidity 
when you want distraction
my madness
when you want to let loose

my readiness
when you want to experiment
my stillness
when you want peace 

my understanding 
when you need to be in sync 
my acceptance
when we disagree 

i want to give you 
everything
take it. 
​​

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

fort

i broke my fort 
for you 

and now i don't know
what to do 

because even if i build
the walls all over again

you're already inside

Tuesday, June 02, 2015

rich

let me tell you
what I see in you 
you should know 
your wealth. 

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

what's the price you pay
for the money you earn? 

Monday, February 09, 2015

connect

i laughed
and laughed
and laughed
till i choked

and then
i took a breath 

caught your eye
and we burst out again 

some best friends
are made overnight

Thursday, January 29, 2015

inseparable


softly
sound the notes
scattered at first 

the right hand 
light,
tentatively touches
the ivories 

the left hand 
guttural, lends the song
form,
shaping it.

the two
play with each other
tugging, pulling

the right hand
laughs
trills
like a girl

the left hand 
more masculine,
rooted 
forms the bass
on which she builds 

they move
towards each other 
mostly

but at times, leave
to randomly float 
into rubatos

returning
in joy  
sometimes, the notes 
too close to each other

sometimes
at octaves
too far apart 

noisy, turbulent 
but keeping time always
through the rests

making peace 
through the tests. 

when you learn the song
you learn to play
both hands together 

two 
is a melody.