Man’s Vision
Only the gods cannot die The rest can end everything In death’s embrace. Taman Shud The fearful drug With its painless dreamless sleep. * In my loves bed I must
Category: Poetry
Song Of The Reeds
Man is but a broken reed So make me a flute And play Love songs for the dancing feet Of firm breasted village belles. * On the plain of the
Night And Day
The night crushes the day to death And I live by night. Midnight begins yet another new day And I my prayer For the coming of the night. * I
Jealousy
With words make a mask So my face will not show terrors Of mind stretched on rack. Hide those drooping corners Of lips in a pain twisted smile. * Patience,
They Will Not Let You Stay
They will not let you stay or let me go Come cover with laughter and chatter The longing, the anguish of parting I can do nothing but watch you go.
Alone Away
The night is liquid black glass A slow enclosing oozy silence. Midnight crushes the soul in its Crystal hard grip. Only the night guards’ boots kick splinters In a lonely
Prayer To Bhowani
Love, Eternal Mother Though your mission Is the fulfilment Of primeval love * Loving you Is soul’s blinding vision Transforming lust In its transcendant mist. * Even the common Salty
Song Of The Workers
This poem is a clear expression of indignation towards colonialism that dehumanises labourers as experienced by the collective persona. To the colonisers, these labourers are vital to the development of
Crisis
Hands suspended in the void, Grope in a haze of smoke, Of burning cities. Ten thousand years of garbage, Ten thousand printed words, In all their combinations – burn, Ten
Death Curse
Blood from my wounds drip Drop by drop Into an uncongealing pool. Hounds do not pain There’s even a joy in them For I know that you will Drown in