demon

kill me, quickly
before i do you
oh yes,
yes, demon am i
but then,
so are you!

idea

its an idea
of an idea
that is shooting upwards
very gradually. welcome signs
are ready to embrace
and to take it
to destinations -
unknown
unreached
unfathomed
unthought.

a short gestation
and fast realisation
pushes it along
the road
to its destination - so far
unsought
unwanted
unrequired
unaided.

anyone anyway

he doesn't
call me papa anymore
not that i am complaining
for i always thought
a child should be free
to address anyone anyway

he still
calls her mama every time
not that i am complaining
for i always thought
a child should be free
to address anyone anyway

he calls
my younger son siddharth
even though we nick him as sid
it makes me wonder
why a child is free
to address anyone anyway

someone downsize me!

someone starve me
i have too much to eat

sushi, sashimi, salmon and sheep...
is there anything that i don't eat?

i eat cuttle fish and i eat cattle
i eat chicken soup with a big ladle

i live, sleep, dream, talk, laugh only of food
and if i am deprived, i spoil my mood

i love food and that is just fine
but food loves me too, whenever i dine

my career is dormant, but my belly expands
everyday, more and more my stomach demands

help me, help me, help me, before i supersize
before i expand infinitely, burst and die

the nude

homewards bound

my cubicle
an infinite hollow
of windowless oblivion
will never be my home
first, second, or third

my home is
where my heart remains...
...at home...
with two tiger cubs
a caged tigress
and a rooster
crowing from a perch on the 3rd floor


the television blares bollywood
the radio screams 80s
the kitchen wafts of hamburgers
the bathroom air lingers with lemon
the bed smells of laundraumat
and my small animals run amok

shrieking in delight

my heart wails
at the thoughts of being a clerk
and my head swims
in big dreams of lottery...

do you have it?

to think about
its worth,
happiness
is not such a frolicking thought


to have or not have
is not really the question here

neither is it about
Abundance
of materials, money, or metal

is it true Love then, my love?
nope, not true love,
the bringer of hurt and pain

Power?
how can a height bring happiness
when the fear of falling bears you down?

definitely sex, then.
if sex it is,
it is indeed very sad
for it will last just a few seconds
and then disappear (for a really long time!)

i trust
if i search,
i will lose whatever little i have

so never mind yours,
i am already happy.

you?
don't try too hard