They talked about him as the one
who none had ever seen smile.

You couldn't gauge
if he was happy or depressed
no emoji could describe
the repressed expression
but all said
he was dutiful.

Caring husband and father
responsible family head
silent bread earner.

His constant arrangement made sure
the home was neatly organized
not one object was out of place
and but for the children
it would have been hard to guess
if he ever met his wife privately
summing up him to be named
robot
and the belief in his name was strong.

When his wife died
he wailed so loud
it could be heard beyond town.

To the neighbors,
it was mechanical breakdown.

Flash of enlightenment
When, pained and struggling,
You at last reach the
Subterranean chamber
And find the Psyche juggling
Christmas cookies and
Chainsaws.






- fr

Looking out my window pane. The sun shines, but all I ever see is rain...

My scarlet heart forever stained. Gentle harp plays, strumming at my pain...

Every day seems in vane. Birds are singing, only fill me with disdain...

Burdens of life I can’t explain. The sun shines, but all I ever see is rain...

She got her God at last.

Bathed and in white saree
she offers him his choicest food
burns his favorite incense
sits with him to converse
about the day and events
argues to make her point
smiles at his complaint
of less salt or more sugar
cries at his question
if she misses him
as much as he misses her
and the two reach out to each other
more than all the years
of seeking the fulcrum
to balance the bond.

she's the polestar when all others go dark
outshining even the brightest of northerly stars
shooting comet trails past our blue moon to mars

I want to see the world
Through your eyes.
Talking to you,
Makes my heart fly
Looking at you
Feel like being born anew.
You are an angel
Is that true?
You are my heaven
To your heart I was driven.
How great this world is!
Your eyes are the opening keys.

Mountaintops are magnificent
Approach them with rapt hunger
Atop lonesome crags
Lies a mnemonic view
Rejuvenating ancient roots
Within the bowels of psyche.
Unbridled of mundane laws
Upon gigantic tombstones
The abyss dies in distance
Accommodating Fate's fancy
To revolt against chains of chance.
Along the cloud-lined crests
Time loses validity
Abandoning its throne
To become a hammock
Tied to casters of universe
Rocking gently the dreams
In search of ethereal wings.