Time

Is that mighty hand with a will so strong Turning pages, unbiased to happy and sad Dragging us with no rest from wake to death ~ Your mighty hand familiar but not welcome I rebel, drowning fears of what’s to come in wine To no … Continue reading Time

Gul Mohars

After a restless night haunted by red flashes and judging voices, I woke up early to a young Sun and a grey dull room smelling sulphurous. I dragged myself to the terrace amidst clangs of chain up the steps- so burdened I was with thoughts. … Continue reading Gul Mohars

His Mind

One evening after I had all I could, I throw a bomb at him Tell him it’s enough already Get out and stop wasting my time Bring out my list of things I hate Blow by blow I tell him how his existence is worth … Continue reading His Mind

No

I drag my feet out of bed to the desk Fire up the machine, eyes crusty and croak “Hello” so pretty Work it all day long chiming “Yes of course!” By dusk when all parrots fly back home I’m still at it, working it on … Continue reading No