Pursuit

I lack words,

when my eyes are shut

and my ears are sealed

and a hum of a metro

or a toy train rattling off

in distance; in and through the

ragged entrances of black boulders

cut into neat arches

dispersed among the pines and the spruces

Disappearing and appearing

synchronous with my warm chest

kept warm by the many layers of clothings

that adorns my fragile body.

 

My body trembles

shivers at the sight of it’s sound

Now, running through the green grass

leaving footprints,making darker shades of green portraits

brushed away by the evening wind.

 

The sound of a ceiling fan

losened

the sound of an alarm clock

faster

the thumpings on the door and the walls

louder

mellowing into a scream of unisex cry.

 

I stood at the balcony

staring at the blue sky

the rumblings now far less evident

freezing in the cold wind; my ears getting warmer,

It had passed.

 

 

 

 

 

Melancholic skies

This weather is the worst.

It makes people sick!

Sometimes, like a cold blanket

And sometimes, like an over-fed fire place.

 

This city isn’t Hawaii

Covered by warm, clear skies

With the sound of waves rushing

Into the lands,

 

We hear,

Large noise of motorbikes,

The swarm of office-going bees,

And the occasional azaan in the air.

 

But the large buildings

Rusting into time

Have cast long shadows

Into eternity.

 

Enough, have you taunted me,

Walk out of the cloudy skies!

And shine forth your glamourous shine

I am a poor boy in lack of Vitamin D.

Fever

He sat outside while it rained. The red asbestos sheet sheltering him and the dog. Mother was making coffee in the newly shiny decoction set. And he could see it from the window.

Rain was getting heavier. Clouds were clashing against each other with vengeance. Sparks from flying off the electricity pole. He pulled another chair and put his feet on top of it. The sound of the rain falling made it impossible for him listen to his mother calling him.

She came and nudged him.

Startled and shocked, he let out a shriek—shriller than a girl—and dropped the coffee on the white tiles. He held the steel cup with the coffee falling all over and kept it on the wooden table. Continue reading “Fever”

The ember light

-I think I am lost-

-No I have lost-

-I am shredded- torn and peeled-

-I tried to look for my old set-

-There were pieces- missing and some just stale-

-Fungus ridden- and stench-

-I breathe- in- and out-

-Fire -when rain’s falling- on the city-

-I am just a fool-

-Who heard a fool’s story-

I can see the keyboard glowing in the dark

 In the dark, I can see.