Basil infused chai

What I want to gift myself is Mary Oliver’s beloved world an unexpected chorus of imagination in conversations at my beck and call   Resurrection is outside my window lily and poppy bulbs eager to burst open Grass blades prickle demanding silent rain Ground cover trellis growing supple again Tree sprouts offer themselves unto a sweet blue

I would if I could

If I could go back to my nana’s house I would wipe the refrigerator stains, each night I would however run them with kindness, not perverse joy   If I could wear my nani’s embellished wrist watch, a Swiss I would leave space between the fraying strap and my skin I would fasten the broken

My child, in strength

What was told the cypress that made it strong and straight Time will tend your spirit, my child, in depth you will grow Many miles of my strength, be your armor as life takes you on brittle ways   I wish you a warriors gait, and a lover’s ache Deep bamboo roots, wrapped in the

Sieving

Starved for simplicity Cheese cloth sieving me Leaving behind my crumbled  Fears in its recycled net  Curdled just like my Anemic blood when It was forced to run Through my acidic veins And into that chamber Of my heart which beat In erratic randomness Coping with the years Of poison I had fed it Enveloping,

Unending minutes

Answers are perpetually being formed Through many unanswerable questions  For example Hope is often misunderstood As the nourishment to loneliness Misfortune is justified  By blaming forces uncontrolled  Ordinariness is a biased view That assumes human importance   The bullet shells that stay fallen As the killer runs his course through A head fell tick took

Questions of horizons

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Planetary Procedures

If you are a planet  in the cosmic system wandering the sun since the nebula it is time you get sober stop the dizzy stargazing  and come into your own   Pause the spinning with defined caution staying in your lanes instead circle around each other discard the orbit routes reach for mineral blue of

Souvenirs

left behind in broken bits her scattered essence jolted from my trance into the gory sights of shadows that fill the eerie crevices haunted with souvenirs of your violated presence   haunted with souvenirs henna’ed palm stains that scratched the walls ankle bell trinkets lay scattered in shock rusty red patches of flesh that dripped

Her too – not just Nirmala

Unending steps, Nirmala embraces her own race A famished charm hovers cautiously over her face Her bone structure festered into a trained solitude Hands a healing force, as her knuckles protrude   Red bold kumkum circle, an effort to distance that lech Conjugal bliss empties itself into an abundant acidic belch Saree pleats tucked aside, as she

Wildflowers in Wagah

Wildflowers  Luminous in sadness That holds their blooms together Before they fall into the abyss   Nodding a silent scent Into the breeze, languid salt of tears Drooping low at the ruin of human race   Waning colors, into the night Gathered in bunches of feeble shapes Of hope towards the waning moon   Drooping