Tracing under the curve

Vishwa was his usual fighting self
 with one foot hanging outside the casket

I embarrassed myself
  standing without a pair of pants on
in Chandni Chowk,only to realize
  it took only one to sound
like several people laughing

I had not noticed the oddness
 of my fingers,until i pointed
  a burglar the other way

Fake orgasms,i just didn't know
 when they were not

A woman once looked at me
 as if separating us were
this pawns we had to let die
 to come together
and i did,each one of them

We did have kids,
  almost all of them
had names starting with the same letter

That letter to this day
  has never gained
 any momentum

so i did bury her, right beside the pawns

A bench on the other
 side of the road   wasn't too cold..
    it was visible


In my defence,your opinion never mattered

Birthday Wishes:Jack !

                                                          photo by Tom Palumbo,1956

Derive from life
Roads you'd rather be on,
and walk until they are,
what you believe in...

Ageing with policies

Can i hear myself age
to myself, i give that eared
piece of evidence ?

the crackling sounds
of unbolting bones,
as i knee the dead in

A museum of thought,
where on the wall
hang other walls

my erring admission to guilt
with which i may have been
caught living,not really

An egress to the place
where men are born
only superior to each other,

A slow recession,into the dark
receptive to which
i hear the world sulk,alone

i need margins,so i think

Poem

A mysterious bird
          throttling across the sky
   but the thoughtful hole
            inside your head
escaping
         your wordless curiosity

Love,cannibalism and momentary orgasms

Between the nutshell and a cosmic genius
made out of peach like skies,
the definition of love
fetches not only the moon
from millions of other poems
not only the fluence of
of the ocean crossing erased lines
not only the perpetual disgust
at shouldering each other to a still
not only the faith
in having to write one's own script
not only our soul hungry
conviction that we lead in examples by
not only our non-preference for facts
but merely advantages
not only the bodily translations
of our faith approaching justification
not only the exclusion
of your opinion from this rendition of mine
not only you,me and this world
sharing their unsolved equations
not only with the blind and deaf

A nub in the ocean,
the bald eagle
fails to fly away with

Poem

I can hear the world
ringing to itself
all those coins
in our pockets,and not
even a couple of them
one at a time
can stop an argument