the dip

it’s just begun to dip
gradually towards the heart of humility
just as the blue dawn of understanding
began to spread its light;
mind cracked and bones chuckled;
at this late blooming

surprising?
not in the least.
has it not been like this for time immemorial?
youth wants to die prematurely
middle age is spent in the pursuit of artificially acquired youth
and old age, is just a resigned, prolonged wait for the end

the dip comes to all…
“the when” depends on circumstances
mine is late for me,
yours might be too soon,
hers is on the way
and his might never come at all

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...