Category: POETRY

In between the leaves recuperating on the boughs, serrating the pure backdrop of the firmaments, the gossiping birds hop from one twig to another flailing at the deaf world that won’t oblige

We are handicapped
In our roofed barns,
By an incorporeal army of weevils
That slosh our soft chins;
As if we were bunnies
Playing with their mother’s paws.

hope tucked in the distanced engagements / the
anniversaries / the successful fundraisings
/ the crowd of courses / the dullness of indoors
/ the cracking of dawn / the dimming of dusk

We’re busy fondling the breast of our phones
depositing our minds in the abstract
while avoiding reality’s stony face

And you stood there in your gowns and your masks
fetching people from the flame as if
you do not live in houses of flesh, as if
you do not have people whose hearts skip
and leap with currents of worries for you.

between reality and fantasy
we see zilch swimming the sea
the depth of faith flows
towards confluence of cognition

the world is now a potter’s field filled with faultless death
of free men, it now whispers into the wind’s weary ears,
a song of forlornness/death/pain/torment and despair

we, zoom into
everything zoom-able as they are a brief consolation of a fulfilling
life, make do with the crumbs leftover from our nightmares,

Yet you won’t be one to die before your time,
after all Abraham’s your father
and Chapter’s cook is your mother.

yesterday, a man died & was laid with unspoken prayers.
they say families come together to show love & say goodbye to loved ones,