Wednesday, 27 March 2013

the house close to the sea shore

i have built my house close to the sea shore,
i have built my house close to the sea
i have built my house close to the water's edge

the water tears at the sea shore
the sea tears at the walls
the tears leap at the heart's edge
the tears leap at the walls

bring down the house
i have built
too close
to the

Monday, 25 March 2013

[Bangalore 3]

on the temple's blue floor
pradakshina around the sanctum
crushing ants with naked feet
thinking only of god, or what's weighing
on our minds. heavy
feet, unthinkingly
crushing creatures
on the blue stone floor

another ant scurries to her sister who
writhes in pain, legs groping in slow motion
on the blue stone floor
does she feel pain, and the other, panic
she seems to move anxiously
around her half-crushed sister, seems to
want to carry her in her front legs like a mother
carrying her baby–

in my arms i hold
the ant's pain, and i put it before the god,
he returns it, a flower for my hair

the ants still scurry across
the blue stone floor
other feet carry heavy hearts
around the sanctum
the cessation of pain


Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Bangalore walk

i took a walk, and found night
like a curtain across the city´s stage
and day retreated
to the wings. this happened silently
like the bats hunting between walls
the city´s sounds continued

i took a walk, and found night
from a flowering tree.

days come and go.
night fell again
from the flowering tree.

Friday, 15 March 2013

the closer colours [Bangalore 2]

this: to the closer colours
to the immediacy of life & death
the warmth permeating this white skin

life entering through the open windows:
sounds and song,
the closer colours

Wednesday, 13 March 2013

untitled [Bangalore 1]

i have not worn flowers
in my hair and your eyes
elude me. the inner
sanctuary is closed.
i hide the lock with
strands of jasmine.
leaving that doorstep
i turn to colour,
then dust
under your feet.

Friday, 1 March 2013

the light is failing us again

we get up eventually
after we have fallen
and every morning
figuratively, we take another step
into a random direction
this is just another journey
hey hey happy b-day
graffiti says it better
from a train window
the world lies still
taking another step
there is no purpose
to the movement of the cars
or sheep
all moving into the same
random direction
all these lives
it is all the same
under the broken clouds
the light is failing us again