notes in the wind.
"We say: it appears to conform, and is perhaps individual, or it appears individual, and may conform; but we are hardly likely to find that it is one and not the other"
​
2021
There’s a storm outside
The clouds have been weeping like an emo boy band
The Jamun tree is now a glistening neon green
And everything has
Stopped.
At least my coffee is still hot.
2022
There is summer in the sky
Delicious, crispy, warm and bare
There is sand, fine and soft
Floating everywhere
Waiting to settle, aloft in cool air
There is glitter in the near distance
A shore I can almost see.
​
2021
The sun dips behind the clouds and out again
Playing a painful game of hide-and-seek
Now you see me!
bright and white
Now you don’t!
Shivering night
The sun has dipped again and I
Sit on pee-scented turf waiting for its
Half-assed return
The shitty poetry flows fast and free
It's easy to write when there's
Me and me and a little more me
​
2022
My flower vase fills with murky water
I watch the gooey,filmy sheen from a foot away
And grimace
Beautiful flowers, wild and bright
Soaking in filthy cream
Belittling their own might
2022
bougainvillea all fresh and flushed
bougainvillea melts to sighing mush
Soft pink petals aflutter in breezes from now till next
The earth freezes, and you still don’t text
bougainvillea wheezes
And wonders ‘Who’s next?’
​Jan 2022
To take anger and squash it down to the lees
juice the fury, smash the birds and the bees
And take all the angst, the yelling, and the terror
And reduce it to a single throbbing, pulsating tremor
Can art bleed out of anger spilt?
Can we mop up the juices of rage
And stuff it on a canvassed cage...
Or harken fury into rhyming iambs?
And constrain emotion within the walls of structure
To make it seem worthwhile
All this destruction.
​
2021
Trying to get through to you is like banging on an open door
My wrist meets with thin meshed wire, barely there
But painfully aware.
And every time we lose sight of it enough to look each other in the eye
Its back again
wispy mesh against my tired wrist
Reminding me why
I pull back
And sigh.
​
2021
I saw a little tiger in the flower patch
Behind the shrubs and neath the bees
I saw a little tiger, skulking neath the cherry tree.
Unlike Malgudis, unlike Blakes, my little tiger did not stop
To tip his hat, or hand to shake
My little tiger, self-absorbed
Barely glanced at me
And walked right on.
And as I read my own words
Spilling in tiger song
I couldn’t help but wonder
Where my rhyme went wrong.
​
2021
My eyes are like moths now
They crave light, no they only know light.
They know the light is killing them
But they look for it everywhere
They drag themselves from the larger to the smaller to the medium and back between.
They bore themselves into frazzled submission,
They gravitate back to incandescent screens.
While my brain ,half-dead, whisper screams.
​
2021
The general disenchantment runs deep and blue
My magic is all glitter less
I go and brew it as I eschew it
Bucket by bucket I pull for you
Digging deeper and deeper into the well of desire
I come back parched
​
2022
And from blade to blade I dart an inch or two
Moving closer, receding into
From doily to frangipani and orange in-between
Chasing the sun
I silently scream
the cold February evening washes slow
like a shadow grazing the sand
Before the waves
hit.
The darkness drops just as low
From glistening blade to pointed tip
And while spring is still fresh in the hours of noon
It slowly dwindles and goes with the moon
Only to bring a cold that can still be warmed
For it holds the promise of sunshine
The next morn.
​
2020
I sip my coffee till my coffee sips me
I drink cup after cup
Hoping the hype will drown out the anxiety
Of the possibility of you and me
Brown eyes, warm smiles, and stupid words
I fly and I fly and I fly
Flapping in the same spot
waiting.
​​
2021
I'm a dog that kicks itself when it's down
Like burning wax on an open wound
I click on your name
It's still too soon
I replace the gauze
I clean the blood
I wash the sizzling cuts till they cool
But one look.
one word.
one wisp.
Of you
And I melt in the sun as you cool in the dew.
​
2021
Black clouds suspended in skies of grey
I am no longer as lost.
A little more
On my way
I look for you still.
​
Every shot of sunshine
Every cool drop of rain
I can inhale it, exhale it
bask and bathe in it
I look for you still
​
The train stops and shudders
My eyes dart against their will
Through the rain-pelted window sill
I look for you still.
​
2023
chase away the clouds
And leave me with a sunless sky
At every turned head
Every half assed goodbye
A boat that is desperate to dock
is always the first to hit the rocks.
2023