Two Poems


Ezra Pound is
Fruit of music in
Colors of poetry…
T S Eliot wakes
Up the dead land
Of a brothel.
Shelly beatifies
The earth into
A romantic postmodernism …
Birds float elegantly
In the sky….
My heart lives and loves
In the mystic adoration
Of poetry….
Where is the art to live…
Angst you are an existential
Gift a solace to a depressed
Mind ….
Flowers, violets are
Chanting hymns of the heavens..
Where is my mind gone?
It’s wandering about
As a bard …
What God’s done to the word …
I’ll make a feeble verse of it…
Jesus you are a mystic of love….
Beethoven, I pay homage
To you for your romantic
The passion I found in her,
Is a river of mystery?
Poems sculpt the
Architecture of verses
Hanging on skyscrapers….
Walked lonely through the
Crowded night…
Whores are soliciting me
In obscene gestures…
Night is cold and wet
Like a drained phallus …
Tarot, I found in you
A devil of lies…
Astrologers fornicate
In the baloney of untruth…
What has life got to do with
What sincerity does the
Soul have …
Gratitude, I have found
You open in a whore’s orifice…
The stains of sin
Were washed as snow
On the cross…
I wish the day that I was not born…
Nirvana, Yoga, Mantras …
All vibrations of existential
To be a mortal in this pitiless
World ….
Dali dissected time into
A frozen embryo…
Is it the ID of a
Narcissistic Oedipus …
Shame, I have lived
On the pastures of
Paradise is written
In the book of life…
Where is the fire of passion…
I am melting in her robust
The art of making love
Is written in the book of poetry….
Time, the wheel of
Colossal fornication…
Eternity gnashes
As Serpent biting its tail …
What mystic passion
Lies in the one dollar bill…
I am a cloned bastard
Of ethereal poetry…
A cloud of dust
Obscures my shadow…
I have fallen in life …
Each time I climb
Up the ladder ….
Fortune is a lottery
Bringing good tidings
To me ….
Sand castles laid
Out by a child ….
Remind me gently
Of a lost childhood…
Rock music is
A lost metaphor
Of the Devil in his place…
Blues Jazz and Gospel
Echo the sweet music of poetry…
I ask God why I was made
Mortal in a womb?
Morals for me have lost
The color of the skin….
A rainbow is jazz
A fusion of music and poetry…
Time is an echo of a
Bard on wings …
Where is the soul in
A Wasteland ….
Diehard rhythms of shit
Make my day…
My mind is a frozen
Arctic …
I crumble thoughts into
Dust …
Ennui thy shackles
Have tethered my feet…
Oedipus is a roused
Bard, your charm
Does not lie in verse …
Druids plant skeletons
In the forest …
Witch with scythe
You are infernal Macbeth …
Shades of meaning
You lie lost in words….
You adulteress,
You made a veil of sin for me…
Time lies in a savage dream…
When can I know the self?
The self is fragmented
And disoriented…
A poet’s harp is
A wing of madness….
Fury, you are a
Last supper to relish…
Brothels I have to run
To you to celebrate madness….
Maiden, I have adorned
You with poems …
I have made a garland
Of poetic love….
Smoking pot
Withers the soul…
Time passes by as
A tranquil dream….
Sex awakens like
A slithering weed …
Making love is a poem…
Metaphors poured from
The sky ….
The earth is a wet pussy…
Blessed are the ecstatic
For they shall obtain ecstasy….
Signifiers release me
From shackles of signification….
Am I a ruin of life?
Beatitudes are sculptures of
Epiphanies run deep
Into schisms …
The horizon is drunk
With the cup of oblivion…
When can the chains of
Bondage break free…
When will the shackles
Of the body gloat in delight….
A dream dies in the morning….
What passions are there in her body?
She send me a photo
In a bra and panty…
I she an erotic dream
Becoming a savage to my
Surreal thoughts…
My words are a poetic haze…
I float in the sweet opera of
My thoughts …..
I won’t be defeated in life…
Tomorrow brings a
Renewed hope….
Whisper to me that
You love me…
Poetry is the syncretism
Of the heart….
Passion lies in the chest of words…
Pulchritude I’ve found
You as trash in the dustbin….
Is there power of words….
Utterance bequeath
The life of meaning to me….
Fairies, mermaids and nymphs
I’ve found you all in brothels ….
The meaning of love is found
In a poem …
As I grow older …
I regret that I’ve lived so long…
Mid 40’s catches the blues ….
Morning woke me like a silly song…
Cigarettes you puff my existential poetry…
Where is the song of the night?
Is it an undressed body….
The passion for life ….
I have to find it in
Existential meaning ….
Render me no dark clouds
Of meaning ….
Life chance upon me
A rainbow of existence …
Am I time’s allotted sculpture?
Am I ghost that fornicates
With meaning?
I am the Wasteland of utterances.

Dawn started moving
With the lovers communing
Colors nuzzling fawns
Surging tourbillion
Glowing passion
Eternity flies as
Sadhus in white
Unveiling time on
Mystic flight
Brook of beauty
Running through
Gurgling Moksha
All the way through
Beyond mundane life
Of Aching Pain and deadly
Heraclitus is moving
From flux to feeling…

(Sadhus are Indian Saints. Moksha is salvation in Sanskrit)

Love Poems

Darling Honey

Dusk’s settled in the sky…

I am with you ….

Holding hands and whispering

the beauty of love in your ears…

The stars are twinkling now,

We are immersed in the

beauty of love…..

What passion ti’s to be hugged

loved and caressed….

Love you darling like the

flowing brook ….

Love you like the

sound of falling rain…

Your cheeks

are a grain of wheat ….

I am awestruck dazzled

and feel so deeply

thankful that I am loved.


You passionate poem,

you have come into

my heart like a gem….

Kisses for you

melt on my lips …..

A hug, a caress

are all poetic music …

I am a loving poet….

I treasure your

meaning of love ….

I am so happy to

have found a place

in your heart …..

Darling you are a flower,

so mystical and charming ….

Grace, elegance and poise

flow like a poem in you ….

I write with love,

with so many hugs,

caresses and kisses

You passionate soul ….

incarnation of poetic souls….

Whisper in my ears

tranquil dreams of love….

Nurture my soul

with a loving heart….

I’ve found in you

a loving nymph …

a mermaid

playing the flute

a goddess of the ocean….

Embrace me with your

garden of honey….

Kiss my lips and

and let me melt in joy….

I owe you much

all the songs in my heart.

A poem of longing

melts in my heart

for you…

Falling in love is

a precious blossom….

Hugs and caresses

melt like honey in flowers…

You are my poetic heart…

Embrace me with musical passion…

My nights are so cold without you…

Darling …I have so much in

my heart to give….

Do gift me your love


Love awakens in

my heart for you

as a gentle poem ….

Let’s sing the music of love

in poetic kisses,caresses and hugs….

I long to taste the sweet nectar

of your love …..

My nights will be a poem with you honey….

Let me whisper in your ears

the sweet song of love….

Let’s make love in

all sweet passion ….

Sensuality oozes

from you

like a rainbow goddess

Your body is an emerald….

Your breasts are doves

to delight …..

I love you with all

my heart and soul …..


You passion….

You sensuous beauty

you flow like a poem….

Let me cover you

with kisses and hugs …

Let me whisper in

your sweet ears

the song of love…..

I am so eager

for your love ….

You nymph of the ocean,

you flow in the erotic

poetry of passion…

You brook of beauty …

your body sings

like a hymn of passion…..



Worms eat my brains,
Serpents crawl on my neck…
When will the festering
Gloom cease….
I am tormented
By mortal wounds ….
I am weak and dilapidated…
Terrorized by the sin of despair….
The dark angel of gloom
Smiles at me maliciously….
Sharks grin their teeth at me…
Scorpions crawl on my legs….
I am hounded with
The vomit of my mind…..
Disappointment is real….
The Devil has the
Last smile of glee…..
Why was I born in a womb…?
Why was I suckled on infant milk…?
The day is an obscure murderer ….
Night is the felony of a witch ….
When will I awake from
The tomb of night?
When will sanity return to me?



You passionate soul ….
incarnation of poetic souls….
Whisper in my ears
tranquil dreams of love….
Nurture my soul
with a loving heart….
I’ve found in you
a loving nymph …
a mermaid
playing the flute
a goddess of the ocean….
Embrace me with your
garden of honey….
Kiss my lips and
and let me melt in joy….
I owe you much
All the songs of my heart.

A Poem of Love

A poem of longing
Melts in my heart
For you…
Falling in love is
A precious blossom….
Hugs and caresses
Melt like honey in flowers…
You are my poetic heart…
Embrace me with musical passion…
My nights are so cold without you…
Darling …I have so much in
My heart to give….
Do gift me your love

Daily Journal

Woke up at six. Had Mom’s freshly brewed tea. Went to the workshop in the morning; my scooter was leaking oil. Well, they plugged the loop. I bought three lottery tickets with the same number but to sad to ignominy, they ended up in the dustbin in the evening. I didn’t have a scrap of luck. Finally I think luck has come to me. I got a job offer (interview) as a History teacher for Seychelles. If I am lucky, I will be in a new country with plenty of opportunities. Found some interesting facets about the culture of Seychelles. It’s a matriarchic culture with a number of unwed mothers. Interesting, I am smiling to myself (sons and daughters added). I miss my son Joshua who’s sent to a heal autism boarding school. I don’t have the money to go and see him. Found a black cat on the wall. It’s a quite a metaphor for good luck. I am longing to have a drink (rum) but don’t have the money for it. In the evening I gazed at the clouds. I found so many poems in it. The sky was lettered in Asemic writing. Found gigantic butterflies. Found a trunk of an elephant. Found moving paws. Evening was spent in many epiphanies. I am wondering about myself. What is it? Is it a soul of poems? Writing is very therapeutic for me. It helps me bring out myself, my streams of consciousness. Met an old aunt of mine. Had happy reminiscences with her.

Daily Journal

There was a black cat atop a water tank and it was licking its body …I pondered about its agility, its flexibility …green eyes pooped shit into my brains…Saw an elephant passing through the road…its smell was like rusted wood. Was pretty awful caused no single number matched my ticket. An interview as an English teacher to Kazakhstan got over. I think it went off well. I am yet to know the outcome. If it pulls through, I will have a well paying job. It will be amazing to explore the culture of Kzakis. Saw a couple of dreams last night all garbled up. I am not able to recall a single one of them. Saw big lumps of elephant poop on the road. They had the smell of crushed berries.