~ what else is there ~ Don’t hurl questions at me why hunger why dead forests why crepuscular sorrow man’s rapacity a garroted woman a trashcanned child why visas matter don’t ask why my shambolic life of hypnagogic hours follows me beyond where years lie like discarded lovers and why…

Raise Up Your Angels, Lord ~ and us mortals too ~ Wounded air blood of my heart wept for a kiss and I fell at your feet. I fell at your feet, Lord. Quintessentially heartless, you the promised lover of Rumi and Hafez, know nothing of love even less of desire. Lord, see us. Fallen…

A Love Poem ~ and it is yours ~ I, stretched and drowned in the sun, born of this my world waited. Then a dazzled sky opened itself to me with a promise of love’s redemption, — more for its own sake than mine — with faith lost, what’s left? Wild is my…

~ where has it all gone, she said ~ The bulldozers, They departed. She who thought Palaces and sovereignty Were eternal Wept. Dust swirled; No magnolia breezes, Only breaths of recollections. And the Queen wept. For her orange trees Blighted rose bushes Verdant grasses, Stolen peacocks Dislocated honeycombs Stunned rabbits …

~ a meditation on liminal moments ~ Vantablack is a revolutionary paint. It’s made of billions of nanotubes which absorb nearly 100% light. In other words, it’s as close to a black hole as we can get. Anish Kapoor, a British artist holds the copyright to it. It’s for his…

~ what it is ~ My heart is a net which catches this and that… It gathers unanswered prayers which shroud the sun. And makes the sun’s face molten gold again… daggers of love thrust deep in my heart begin and end in it I shake them off, those daggers …

~ to bring a smile ~

~ my evensong ~ Guilty! I admit I have been a coward; I surrendered When was it that I allowed Wonder to hibernate? Dance to flee? Embarrassed arabesques tiptoed away… Perched on a pink cloud amorous once, Song eyes me still, reproachfully Coward! Agree or not Healing is a pretty…

~ refuge in rare moments ~ There are nights, I swear, when I can feel dew falling on the world. Blinded night skies shimmer with clarity then, starlight rains down like limpid rainbows on purple shadows, and lost fireflies weave a phosphorescent net of blue-green lights around slumbering forms, while…