There are tawny brilliances
swirling in the fires of darkness
edible logics hissed between the
crooked space in your wasteland
evaluations
Devoured irony in fumes of
cardiac arrhythmia
when you bend the elongations
of a throat exposed
the skins of design pulling taut
on gravitational duress

Between intelligence and lack of it....
known as idiocy....
there is but a hairline difference
as in a wise man and his wisdom
a madman's simple existence

I for one
most of the times,
am inordinately intelligent...
but in the OPAQUENESS of cataract of both eyes
it seems like wise
an idiot!
to someone

intelligence, brilliance and idiocy
need to eventually compromise
else we all seem to be blind...

Man inherits genes
some are good
some mean

As I write a girl is being raped somewhere
and a bomb is falling or a shell whizzing
or a grenade exploding or a gun firing.
Yes, the global village is here to stay:
we can't escape from ghastly earth-facts.

As an antidote to so much pain,
I try to think of people making love
right now, all the world over,
in varying positions, grasping pleasure,
or mothers kissing new-born babes,
or carefree children playing games.

PLACES

I dreamed a dream
of times gone by
of a world
I thought would never die:
soothing voices,
warm embraces
hearts beating as one.

But the world doesn't speak to me
the way it did before
and all I knew has faded
into Memory's languid caress.

I have been composing poetry
since I was age 9 or less maybe
that was a million decades away

In school they spoke of Shakespeare and Macbeth
brought me laurels
I became literati over nite a poet!
and then among many other things
became a poet lover of imaginary duet!

Much till lately to Jess's disgust

the rain roars
its voice threshold
smatter
on the limbs
the sure branch
the flat rooftops
through summer
winter held

this fan is an ocean
a surf forever curling
shunting time in
the thick tropic
waves burying me
moment by dark
moment

if you want to ensure
the thrill of your poetry does remain
go visit the

UNDISCOVERED LIST

AND

read as many as you can
again and again
comment on them
now that's the game

then only some one may help you
in the thrill in you to remain
okay retain,

that's all about poetry
my dear,
you read me ten times
I may once

hope you do hear!
unlike me
my dear...