Wednesday, October 27, 2010

i will start soon...

Battle of stalingrad (photo by Georgii Anatolyevian Zelma (Uzbeki, 1906-1984) )



Last night i saw loose shells
spill open halfway to the sky
forming glowing molluscs
color dressed like glimmering green and red romantic nights

it made me think of you....

sometimes i forget your name
because of the blue bellied sunsets
but whoever it is
that reads these letters

i tell myself everyday i have to stay alive
                                         to find you....
and i will start soon....

Thursday, October 21, 2010

desires and demolitions...

i limp through my yesterdays
see eyes that held tomorrows like
diadems

they wouldn't believe
that
nothing ever really glittered
in the end..

Thursday, October 14, 2010

dreamscape

i have seen the sunset....
limber through streets
like fire through an empty vessel ...
i've never been helplessly awake...
never tried harder to sleep....

one of these days i shall jump
                                      off
the debt my questions soar to
watch the sun go down
                           again
in a day in a tale.
on another dream..that
might ask.....
why do this??.


"let me sleep.....
just let me sleep"......

Thursday, October 7, 2010

in everyone's diary....

there have been too many lies
that have run
                             through the night
one of these mornings
your windows 
               will shriek.....

Sunday, October 3, 2010

diaspora-'shimla'



under my sun i always slept
beside the river, beside
                      its floods
                      shallow



'shimla'
the aspens yielded
to an awakening
and i have since
      been diving
      breathless
 
              

Saturday, September 18, 2010

the city

i reach out to the trees
that reach for shade
lost to me
as i lost to them.......

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

a smile to remember..

each time
in the lowly streets
i blink
for every smile that looks me straight

the sun rises remissly
subdued by the lecherous night
elevators start punching the thickish air
as ropewalkers take the stairs

one of who


after perishing beneath the beastly morning rushers
putrescent by the sidewalk lay
cold in his own tepidness
sniveling heavily over whose headless remains
the woman who blinded me everyday....