a postcard

in today’s world of emailingI send you a postcardmy e-words are tactilebut I send more concreteas you are awarewords do get lost in the cyber worldbut my postcard you can touch,savour or even inhale those crooked words speak(if you read between the lines),of my recondite emotions

numbers go nutty while I watch

all those numbers run aroundI catch themput them in different slotsbut they escape againcurious to know each other I like the picturelogical numbersgoing nuts over each othersquares and cubesclimb exponentially trigonometry breaks into geometrythey giggle like a kidand suddenly embrace,break away guiltily precalculus is the silent oneit has too much in its pocketnumber system spouts [...]

that hammer

If I had a hammer, I would smash iton your pumpkin patch, think it is your headall blood and gore, a pulp, beauty to behold. *************a nail, essential in the centre of that wallfor your photo to be displayed for allIf I had a hammer, I would hit hard ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AppleHouse Poetry Workshop: 10/10/10: 3 lines, [...]

patched flashback

appliques on my quiltare a tapestrymy mom has written a story or more in patchesI have tried to unthread itthe needle pierced my thumbmom gloated over it ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why don’t you try something in 160 characters? Space included!

powders of stones

Layer by layer, he chiselled the surface, hardened over time. Now time had no meaning, but for his work. Destruction, construction, it was not for him to decide. On his feet lay the debris, powdered monument, was it? Nothing made sense any more, only the task, burdened with overcast ripples of thumbed ocean. only a [...]

my monkey reads you well

your hands in your pocket that lopsided smile your balled handkerchief in right pocket coat all wrinkled and jeans so dirty my monkey reads you well your feet so dirty sweat stains on your shirt your suitcase open in the centre of the room a banana on top of it my monkey reads you well [...]

nowhere island

the morning’s moisture misted on his beardwhile I watched from the sidewalksthe lake reflected the mountainsand I could see only himhis glasses perched on his headhe was immersed in silencegolden light of the sunpoured over himshowering him with warmthI wished to catch it from him like a coldwhen I came into his visionhe paused from [...]

curling & uncurling

she sews holes but the wholes never come into being purple juice of grapes spurt from her lips; stain her pristine dress she outlines it lovingly her doubts reflect in the walled mirror faith is so fragile hence she has no use of it now, nor ever her feet disappear in water her head sways [...]

moth or mammoth

a moth hovers on ground its wings broken only a few hours but its life cut short I pick it up place it on my palm pitifully it watches me (or so I think) time does not travel for it radial light beckons it with much effort dangerously dangling it rises and falls to the [...]

half-way through

when I think of those times how life used to be thenpaper boats floating on waterpaper aeroplanes flying all overorigami made my mind sharpalso made my fingers coordinate when I think of those times how life used to be thenI used to serve tea in my tiny cups(those times were rare)my dolls were my guestand [...]