Hot air blowing under the noon sky
beads of sweat trickling vermilion on the frowned brow
Ssss Ssss
exhaustion slipped from raisin lips
Thump Thump
clothes pulsated on a flat river stone.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC
Low hanging clouds diffused
smudging the flat peaks
in muddy weather
brawny trees glistened
at the dripping tips.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
A dissembled unicorn
a giant with lilliput in hand
a dinosaur with a diffused tail
a bunny in mid-leap
a curl of puffy ring
algae or could be an amoeba
and a cast of the haunting dark cloud
as it rumbled with a violet pitchfork
the illusion tumbled down
into splattering rain
on glass
we watch as patterns escaped.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
My eyes linger
over the pouty lips
that breaks into dimpled smiles,
over the lotus-like eyes
that insinuate restless dreams,
over the pink curved lobe
at the whispered sweet nothings.
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
Cropped lands replaced with concrete slabs
stomping on the chance of life,
cries over the dried sky and cracked earth
died in the drone of city life,
Red dust clung to his dhoti
migrating with him to the lush city
only to be swept away to the curb,
his feet traced the streets
soles and soul with holes
inflicted with pain,
anger filled the hungry stomach
only to burn some more.
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
Acres of flowers
nodding
he loves me
he loves me not.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
Night invaded the blue sky
the simmering moon floats across
sweet night air tickles my senses
night queen tantalizes awakening desires
while I lay next to you
gazing into those soft brown eyes
I realize I belong not to myself
but to you
then you whisper I love you
I lower my gaze with shy
as tempted kiss lingers
on my smile.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC
on a Saturday morning
casuals to school
on a street
a vendor with a straw basket
selling flowers
two for five
wrapped in a damp cloth
dahlias in merlot and pink
roses in yellow and red
mother bargains
two for three
on silky braids
pink dahlia perched
like a microphone
mother laughs
at the grinning beauty.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 10:29 AM UTC
In the sea of
bobbing heads and winding lips
I am lost
and found.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
When you walk with me oh god,
everything seems so beautiful,
the blazing sun in shadowless sky,
the thundering storm and deafening wind
I see the savage beauty through you
and I reckon wandering wilderness in me.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC