Blood Soaked Mirage

They burned the tree
That owned my soul.
Using the womb as a weapon
To suffocate the desire…of survival.

They took me to the gallows
And death smiled
All I could do was smile back
The fear of light…as I walked out of darkness

They felled the mighty oak
The shadow
Of what once was might.
But, remorse was not what they felt

They killed.
For the guilty pleasure
Of the taste of blood
Killed…out of fear of me

Annihilation is what they want for me
Order of death is proclaimed…
Yet they cannot kill what is me…
For I am not a man…just an apparition

So they burned the tree
That owned my soul
And when, enough men have died
Maybe, we will be free


....EXPRESSING SOLIDARITY WITH MY FRIENDS IN MUMBAI AND TELLING THOSE WHO FEEL THEY CAN SHOCK US INTO SUBMISSION...WE ARE AND WILL ALWAYS BE INDIANS.
MAY THE SOULS OF THE DECEASED REST IN PEACE

Wanting Her

Love was not just a game I played
To buy shelter
To walk alone or to follow her
Without question and thought of surrender.
But, she was broken
Long before the sky broke for her…

Treacherous were the alleys
Wondrous was the pain
To hold on…
Like the condemned man’s faith in God.
To build on a broken faith…
Long before faith was ever discovered

Yet, I wanted to follow
To feel her lustrous body
With the ecstasy of my mind
To lift her spirit
Higher than the wind swells.
But she was broken…
Long before the sky broke for her.

Wanting to find the destination
Of the departing night
To look for the symmetry
Of two bodies in unison.
Take away the desire from my being…
Yet, I wanted to follow.
But she was broken…
Long before the sky broke for her.

Faith Lost

Integrity lost.
In the lingering moment,
Spent on your naked eyes.
Faith lost.
In the eternity spent,
In fighting…

The death sentence,
A frivolous exercise in power
Faith lost.
In the words
Of a stranger…
Of was-a-lover.

The nauseating dive
In the last attempt to hide my face in your thighs
Yet thrown away. Questioned.
Faith lost.
In life…In moments…
In what was once the time…when rain fell.