Prince of Asgard I We grew up together Or so you thought, brother But there were places, I entered as a child And came out like a shadow The last time our father smiled At me, The last time I gathered flowers Soft, delicate petal dreams Before the ice Won, There was harmony Now only shadows keep me, company II…
‘No man is an island’ – John Donne It had been a long day and we had been away. The night was still young, our souls could be one like the poets say.We stood at the balcony, the air was cold. Almost as cold as the glare, the bus conductor gave me today when I held the queue for 9…
One asks, what is the language of silence ? One says its the mother tongue What do I say when my mother tongues are more than one? A chaos in silence One asks what is the language of thoughts ? One says its the mother tongue I say, to give thoughts a language is to constrict them I don’t know…
There is a green cardigan, buried deep under my bed Not the green of leaves, or green of eyes But the green of lollipops meets the green of vintage hardbacks It is buried with blankets, and old clothes that no longer fit, and my parents’ marriage photo album. The cardigan smells of mothballs, and lonely winters, and ecstatic sweat Motorbike…
Dull yellow buildings, musty air Smell of sweat, stenching dreams Sleepless nights, ochre mornings Windows collapsing on each other Like bodies in a metro Shirts sticking, eyes aching What are they searching for ? I can’t fathom whether they are happy or sad Or just surviving Long rides on hurrying roads Smell of smoke brings you home I count…