I have grown accustomed it. 

the sumptuousness of this silk 

 Each intricately strewn thread vibrating on the plains of consciousness

each weave, heavy with pain.

I have made my peace with it. Somehow.

The euphoria stealing its way to my life,

closing its hands upon my heart..

Numbing all else

electrifying the dead thing i insist on having.

I  feel the cleansing each tear bring;

underneath the cover of this sumptuousness

 this transformative call,

this reciprocity of life residing in death.

So now i wait,




as my wings spout forth from this cleansing

making me whole





I have learned to wade into the shallow waters of pain.

To recognize my reflection in its murky waves

letting my body, weighless to its power

surrender to this undulating will

I bare witness as my ego sinks to the bottom, 

feeding the ravenous hunger that fill it

dying a little from this  unwanted surrender.

I claw at life, 

at joy,

holding on,

searching for respite. 

Hoping against these insistent waters

to find revival in its depth.

for nourishment to fill my soul, in this place

Window 5


The land of the free danced giddily in her minds eye as she tried to center her thoughts. The images lured her in their superficiality  and zestiness, forcing all humility to the side. She wanted it. What laid beyond the borders of the waters that ran through her veins.

This lust followed her as she walked confidently  to join the winding line of bodies eager to enter the white bricked building that held the fates of those eager to taste the shores of the promised land; America.

Now here she stood. Window 5. Staring at the face of the bearded man with skin like  colour of a plump ripened tomato.. His hair the color of wheat, was brushed carefully to the side away from his red face causing his red cheeks to stand like prized trophy. A cream shirt with beige tie matched his emphasized redness. He looked like those naked round babies with wings that lined the pages of history books- Cherubim she thinks they were called. This  cherub had kind smiling eyes that spoke before he did. In that smile, her faith was reinforced.

“Your documents” the kind eyed red man said.

She watched as the turning pages competed with the sound of the air-conditioning on full blast.

She scanned the faces around the air-conditioned room, sweating as they laid silent entreaties at the feet of the one they served.

Stamp. She smiles.

“I’m sorry but you do not fulfill the requirements for an American visa at this time.” The smile slowly crawled off her face. You are welcome to try again in a couple of months’ time.”

Window number 5

His cherub smile followed her home, like an unwanted companion



Certain days (nights included) bring with it thoughts that births shorts/poetry/words like this. It is always a slow build, forming ominously and innocently in the day…taking shape till i reach the point where possession is the ultimate end. Possession by whom or what, i never know. It is always formless and unnerving…

“My Desire,

My all-seeing lover

naked and bared to you, I am;

Captivated by your Being and Will…

You enthrall me

Enslaved by my hunger that has you at its helm



pulling at the strings of 

my need

causing such unquenchable sweet pain

to ripple through my veins

till i cry out…

‘Please me’, my lips sing

‘i implore you’, 

they beg

whatever you desire.

‘Possess me’

My heart has no place in this space….




“As pen dances on paper,






fuel the ink of my thoughts.

Words on empty parchments release unsaid things, unthought-of things,

unsavory things.

Doors of the heart unlocks ever so slightly,

weary of the world outside,

of the reception from the audiences

Cumbersome as the weight felt atop my shoulders

 giddy as I am

I dance with careless abandon

amid the noise and eyes of my spectators,

 my ever constant companions”