Tuesday, March 27, 2012



by the waterfall
Ganesha bathes


paper cranes—
unfolding her letters
after a decade


yelling amidst
my unrestrained coughs
the neighbour’s dog


waves recede
nothing can fill
the vacant air

Monday, March 26, 2012


summer glint
in the chipmunk’s eye
my childhood dream

My photographic obsession

I admit I'm no Bresson; neither do I yearn
to receive any acclaim other than a broad smile
in front of my mirror,

Yet, the appetite for artistry intensifies
with each single stroke of the shutter-bag.

In my stubborn quest for a brief moment of
enlightenment(or even serendipity), I've carefully
managed to overlook the odd ogles from strangers,
until the other day one gentle hand
tapped on my shoulder:

Sir, how much money do you make out
from your pictures?

Turning around, I noticed the speaker.
An average- witted-looking sickly boned fellow
adorned with a clich├ęd smile and somber outfit,
observing me with a good portion of interest.

With my usual fumble, I did my best to convey
that I have, in my two-year-long ascending passion
of creativity, never ever been troubled
by material obligations;

His smile vanished like thawing ice creams
in a hot summer evening,
and muttering unmentionables
he withdrew to his sordid former self

and vanished.

I realized, minutes later,

I had missed the 'face of the day'.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

sickle moon (haiku)

sickle moon...
white petunias surround
my tomb


I observe the pattern of sun shafts
as they pierce through glass panes

A songbird striated
by ornate window grills
heralds a morning

I wonder how shadow-lines imitate
the contour of real ones

how often I detect my own tragic tales
on a bird's eye

This mimicry of umbras and penumbras
casting a checkerboard on every damn thing
that humans may perceive

Flaunts itself on the windowsill

Yet what else can sunshine offer
one plot of hope
one pothole of despair

Sunday, March 18, 2012


his gray stubble
coloured by sunset
the acacia thorns

Thursday, March 8, 2012

2 Haiku


at dawn
a lotus unfurls—
sounds of adhan


peeling the onion
what keeps her
from speaking

Wednesday, March 7, 2012


a fireball
streaks across
the twilight sky--
she slowly spreads
her anti-aging cream
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