Journal in Verses

My Man’s Cycle

March 1, 2018

In May I began my man’s cycle
Fell into a world
Where everything was you
and everything was in you

My clarity of purpose was sharp
My respect for your power was firm
My patience for your love was eternal

Now, seeing you arrogant
Seeing you rude
And emanate spite

And go the way of
the awkward new Indian tech worker
in an American city of Americans,
excessively polite to Americans
excessively dismissive of Indians

I lie at the end of my cycle
with a bit more self-knowledge
My eyes drawn towards horizon
My vision, into a bit more solitude.

Mother Goose

Now that the cascade of words subsided It is quiet, You are clear. Now it would’ve been nice You making coffee, I making Idle banter. We disagreeing On million little things Agreeing on One Big Thing Such as: you...

February 17, 2016

This is death. Don’t Waste it.

Why talk of the unknowability of death? Nonsense. Let me tell you what death is. She will never think of you. Not out of spite, Nor because she doesn’t want to. While your body is cremated You let your heart burn...

February 15, 2018

Until You Look, Until You Smile

Curious thing, this crush is Second after second, the heart tugs For some look, For some smile, For some touch, All from you Only from you, All the time from you But you don’t know it, You don’t care for it...

June 30, 2017

In Bengaluru

A smile is more real than a kiss Here in Bengaluru my longing amplifies, Becomes anxious. After years and decades of being away Here I am home, away from home. In Bengaluru. Here when folks see me, they long for where I...

January 12, 2020

Her Legend

A few of us came into this world
Ate, judged others, acquired indifference

December 10, 2018

After Separation

So bright you are You said Too bright for me So sharp you are You said Too sharp for me So much love I have You said Too afraid to say how much Too much to speak in words Staying back You shine Like those vitreous...

August 5, 2016