The House is in order.
Under the dome
Green carpets
soaked in blood
echo barbaric silence.

Complicit walk hand in hand
goons are masters
governance a slave
for they rule the living and the dead.

The deity, an accomplice,
rides waves of black coats
and saffron fallen leaves.

Paradise mourns humanity,
wailing, asking...
Would they want to
upturn the corpse and
see the face of their daughter?


12 April 2018
on the abduction, **** by multiple people and ****** of an 8 year old girl inside devastahan (a temple) in Kathua, J&K

The stars don’t speak to me more.

On dark nights,
their silence shrinks,
as they come near.

Black hole steal the whisper,
splintered light escapes
and blinks.

A note floats for long
awaiting the other.... and dies.

Silence spreads in ripples, and skies mourn
Stars don’t speak to me no more.

Dark designs
dancing skulls
cover her apron,
a talisman
warding evil eyes.

Queen Meek-teka-see
rules over bones, on
Day of the Dead.

During day
swallowing stars,
at night gulping
nectar of rising sun
she spews spirits
possessed by her.

Calaveras eteched
over tombstones,
frozen candle flames,
capture souls
under black moon.

The living crawl
to her altar
offering
another skull
to the dark blue apron.

You hang there, a
yellow sickle
and float white
around me.
Moon, you fog me
in winters, and
Dazzle in summer.
In between you hide....
Black

Leaves swoon
as fog hugs the tree
kissing its pores
with open wet lips
the breeze hisses in jealousy
the sun
looks away,
the sparrow
laments
her lost love.

On a foggy morning.

From the kohl filled sensuous eyes
passion, drooled over your luscious lips
exploding quivering desires.
And your tongue devoured

the nectar permeating
each pore of my body
sending ripples of primordial echo
through our entwined
pulsating fiery shells.

I keep licking my lips
rekindling your taste.
The amrut lingers.

Those two kisses sealed my life
from 'yours' to
'yours only'.

Lonely no more.

I cultivate crescent moons
adding slivers of memory
to crave, a glowing halo.

Misty eyes are blinded
defying the haze.
Frozen droplets
fill the crease of years.
The mirror reflects
the other side of moon
dark, cold, unknown.
You will see me there
when the earth turns
if... only if... you are
on the other side of the moon.