Like a Man
To whom have I spoken?
What did I say this time?
Have I cursed you too,
you fucking universe-
the only reason I’m like this?
You fucking coward, Read more from here...
The Absence of Shiva
The absence of Shiva-
the ghost of him-
weighs heavier
than Shiva ever did in his own body.
He kept watching,
acting dead, Read more from here...
The Ghost Heavier Than the Body
I came into this world
and fell in love.
Who do I sing this to
if you refuse to lend me your ears?
The love you woke inside me
but never let travel the full distance Read more from here...
Glimpse
Some found God.
Some found the one God carved out just for them.
I found neither God
nor even a fleeting glimpse of my beloved.
The universe flared into being and winked out again-
my suffering had no witness but me. Read more from here...
Inside the Universe
A mirror can reflect my face without knowing it’s a face.
A violin can make me cry without having tear ducts.
A pretty face or empathy-shaped language is not empathy.
Style or insightful phrasing is not an inner life.
When language sounds human, we instinctively imagine a human speaker behind it.
She must be looking for me the same way I am looking for that person. Read more from here...
Black Hole – version 4
What happened to life?
Everything in my heart still remains-
only now it has curdled, bitter and gray.
I lost everything
I never truly held.
If no light escapes my room, Read more from here...
Randi Culture – version 2
A horse was teased by an eagle for running.
A bird was blamed for flying too high,
while the fish swims, eats plenty, and rules the water like a queen.
You cannot do a thing; you are useless.
But it is what it is.
You either face your demons, Read more from here...
Discharge Me
Think. Think. Think.
Why am I here?
This universe is a rehab center,
treating your addiction to knowing yourself-
until you stop asking, Who am I?
Then they keep you locked in. Read more from here...
The Universe is a Rehab
Why was I sent here in the first place?
I never signed up for this.
Now they're playing God with my life-
crooning self-praising anthems like twisted prayers,
bowing to their own reflections.
Later, they'll surely ask if I'd return to the rehab. Read more from here...