सिख्लाया आंखौ जोबोद गोसो थोयो,
नाथाय आंबो बिखौ बांसिन गोसो थोयो।
आं जेसेबां बिनो फोरमायना लानो सानो,
बिबो एसेबांनो फोरमायना लानो सानो।
नाथाय हाया हाया रावबो फोरमायलायनो हाया।
जेन'बा बियो बबि आं बबा।
नाथाय मोजां मोन्नाया मोनसे जिराद,
बियो सानसे बेरफ्रुगोनखि बेरफ्रुगोन।
थेवबो बेरफ्रुनो बा सेकेण्ड सम थाबावनायावनो आं सानसेखालि अनजालिनि खाथिसिम थांबाय।
थोर थोर मोदोम मावदोँ,
गन्थंआ बारा बारा मेवसिन्दोँ।
बे समाव रावबो गैयामोन,
दङ होनोब्ला बबेबा बिफां दालाइयाव दाउसिनफोर दंमोन जानो हागौ।
नायहरखोमादोँ एबा नायहराखै मिथिस'वा।
लासै लासै आं अनजालिनि खाथिसिम सहैबाय।
आं जोबोद गिबायबो माब्रै बुंगोन।
गोसोनि बाथ्रा,
गोरबो सिंथारनि बाथ्रा।
जेखियानो जाया जुथानि लेसखौ गोरायै खाखादोँ।
सोबानोबो हागौ,
माथो थिक सिख्लाफोरजोँ?
बेखायनो हुसियार जाखादोँ आं।
"आइ लाभ इउ" बुंना खारगासिनो खारबाय आं।
नाथाय अनजालिया आंखौ होसोमारबायसो।
खारै खारै राहा मोन्थारै हार्सानि न'आव थ्रोब।
दरजा ख्रे।
अनजालिया दरखौ नारदोँ आरो नारदोँ।
खोरखि खनायाव थाखोमाना थादोँमोन आं।
खोमा होनानै मा मा बुङो खोनासंनि सान्ना खोमा बिसिनानै।
खेबसे अनजालिया खोरखियाव दां बुफैबाय,
आं ओरैबादि बाग्दावबायदि
"आययै.........."
दुबफुं सिखारबा थारैनो आयआ आंखौ खोरखि बुना फोजामारदोँसो।
मानोना समा फुंनि 7-30 रिँगा जाबायमोनानो।
बंङाइगामिनि लजिँ फारसे आगान होनो समा जाबाय।
9 रिँगायाव कलेजआवबो सेथि साननि फेरियडआ जागायगोन, सहैथारनांगौ।

The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear
The yoke of conscience masterful,
Which galls me everywhere.

I cannot shake off the god;
On my neck he makes his seat;
I look at my face in the glass,
My eyes his eye-***** meet.

Enchanters! enchantresses!
Your gold makes you seem wise:
The morning mist within your grounds
More proudly rolls, more softly lies.

Yet spake yon purple mountain,
Yet said yon ancient wood,
That night or day, that love or crime
Lead all souls to the Good.

suppose you aren't assured of the next meal
upon your head rules the sky
maggots are feeding on your free will
better seems the option to die.

suppose you've none to give company
not a soul to call your own
days seem to crawl with no hurry
nights only make you more alone.

suppose open road is where you stay
sometimes a tree to beat the sun
people are bent on moving away
you've no home for day-end run.

suppose you've nothing called privacy
can't afford the luxury of shame
you relieve yourself for all to see
don't recall if you ever had a name.

suppose you've to scavenge from dustbin
your dignity is trampled like road's dirt
could they all make you feel a poem within
write a line crystalline in your heart?

one day i'll wed you
said the child to the girl much older than him.

echoes of her laughter rippled the winds
planting a rose on the child's cheek.

the child said knowing nothing about wedding
and nearly nothing about her
except

she filled him with a vague feeling
that made him wait to see her
when she was not around.

she was lost many decades ago
and the child moved far away
from that wedding vow.

the news came through the wind
she had died of cancer
somewhere far from homeland.

the child still dreams
her laughter rippling the winds
echoing by the lake

remembers his wedding vow
on that summer noon
still knowing nearly nothing about her.

Café
tantalizing aroma
evicts every other scent from my nasal cavity
remedy for self-diagnosed cranial narcolepsy
eyelid suspenders

bittersweet paramour
empty mug,
stirs my core
caramel and dark chocolate
micro-foam, group heads and caffeine
velvet layered cappuccino
espresso parts my thoughts

come sip with me

You send me a song every Wednesday,

a soul offering; a slice of the strange radioactive
lunatic madness -
love-
growing inside your wonderland.
(It is not a cancerous tumour, please stop calling it that.)
You say it is dark, the Arctic's lover;
I say it is dark, like
velvet punk music and
stained checked shirts and
almost-blood wine (in shared glasses); like
the colour of your skin.

Come on.
We've both been more fascinated by the depths of the ocean
than the blue glass surfaces.
Isn't that why we fell into bottomless black holes and called it
love?
Isn't that why we branded ourselves poets,
seared the red hot poker labels onto our backs,
so that we wouldn't have to say we're just
sad...?

Yes, we are carefully disintegrating;
the world already gave us a head-start
by curling our spines into the snakelike 'S'
It was preparing us
for our careful meandering
into a river mess:
living.

No doubt, in the pool depths of African evenings,
you drink,
*****-tinged cereal or tea,  
the glass Roobios surface reflecting
a lover's face and the boredom of sadness.
No doubt, I drink to you,
coffee or warm milk,
to try and wake myself into
dying without a purpose.
No doubt, we both drink
the night itself.
And let it fester in our veins,
to curdle our blood into that same wine-shade of
darkness.
We drink.

Virginia Woolf had courage,
Sylvia Plath had courage,
Ernest Hemingway had courage,
you and I don't.
We are too fearless to live.
So we drink
and clutch at each other desperately
without reaching out a single finger.
We form shotguns with our hands, make pacts, go
home again.
And drink.

We are helping each other to die
and live
at the same time.
We are helping each other to try fit the day
too
into our arteries.

You send me a song every Wednesday;
this song will save our existence.

~

There she was chasing a rabbit
with 1 am coffeecakes and weak tea
She didn’t notice I was watching
from the branches of an olive tree
A lone smile hidden amongst
swirling smoke rings in a foreign accent

To the gazebo she ran
with its straw grass tables
and pleated cushions in hibiscus
print fabric no one would sit on

My eyes followed her as she
darted around manicured boxwoods
and cherub statues spitting water
onto sleeping lily pads

She came upon a dandelion
and asked politely, “Pardon me,
but have you seen a…”
The **** interrupted,
“Didn’t, don’t do drama dreams
dancing deliriously down
donut distracted ditches”
“That’s dumb” she replied
with a giggle and a snort  

This must be her fun, I think,
trying to catch a white ball of fur,
big, then small,
then smaller still like a
thimble seeking a thread,
when now she is stopped
in her ziggy zagging tracks
by a June bug singing,

“I see, I see, in front of me
Dessert, dessert, set out for free
A chocolate pie, a chocolate pie
in menus written on the sky”

Perplexed she climbed upon its back,
red leather shoulder pads
with black dots changing shapes,
ducking winged arches that
covered the vestibule they
soared through when a sharp turn
pitched her to the opposite side…

Landing with a thud,
her new dress now soiled
between the wrinkles in time
that had ticked away
on a clock faced sun named Ray

She cried carrot tears,
orange sherbet streams
on peach tone cheeks,
marmalade miseries
and mango miscues
piddling on her patent leather shoes,
ready to give up

When it appeared hopping happily,
jumping into her lap
and licking her face
She caressed its fur, removing
sticker burs and scratching
just the right spot, as its right rear leg
thumped with joy

Then lifting the bundled bunny
to her face, she kissed it tenderly
with wild cherry gloss lips,
or should I say…kissed me
for you see, all along, it was me

*And you thought I was nothing more than a pretty smile…..