Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 1: The Roar

It’s my job to roar.
When Ronie Dinosaur roars,
even Godzilla looks like a toy lizard.
Godzilla’s roar is sound ripped from the throat-
loud, radioactive, cinematic.
Ronie’s roar comes from deeper, Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 0 – Where Would Ronie be?

Ronie Dinosaur walks alone-
not from necessity,
but from habit
and from style.
He moves down streets
where some girl might pause Read more from here...
The Shepherd and the Cattle

Women don’t respect me.
They have the old cattle instinct:
they wait for the shepherd’s crook,
the clear fence, the decisive voice
that says “this way, not that.”
I arrive without a staff. Read more from here...
I am Grief

He ran carrying the corpse of Sati on his shoulder,
asking the sky, “What is this weight? Why me?”
I run with empty fists clenched so tightly the knuckles bleed,
daring the same sky:
“Look me in the eye. Stop whining. Stop cheating. Fight fair.”
My arms are not open in surrender; Read more from here...
Verdict

You reach what’s truly inside a heart
by his desire-
its heat, its honesty.
You weigh the desire
by the purity of its intent.
You test the intent Read more from here...
Kaliyug Live

This is the age of whores, sir.
Ram’s face is dark not pale in Kaliyug.
The swan-once elegance itself-roots in filth,
the cunning crow feasts on golden thrones.
A cheap woman will knot a man of character,
laugh while she milks him dry, Read more from here...
Satyam Shivam Sundaram

Imagine an arrogant cosmic salesman offering you this life again-
a full do-over, new skin, clean slate.
What would you do?
Me?
I’d let him live his current life
for a single moment- Read more from here...
Buffalo and the Beast

He pipes his flute-or been-before the buffalo,
then dares blame her for “not understanding.”
Her mouth, her mood, her flesh-
all chained to the owner’s wrist.
All theatre. All script.
But the snakes are the real directors: Read more from here...
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...
