When I am free…


Making of a poem

7:58 a.m.

i know writing is an art
of arranging alphabets
in a way no one has before

mine run down the tap
and into the water holes
for no apparent reason
while I brush

10:15 a.m.

i see a poem hiding ~

and 12 years experience
as a child helps me find
my cushioned verses

DAMN! It’s a sad one again

1:37 p.m.

so far found vowels
of the clan function well

they even sing and clap
a happy dance when
threatened to leave unedited

5:21 p.m.

dusk sits on my front porch
sipping a rhymer
i refused to print

before it goes
to call the night
that sets pens on diarrhoea

it never pays a price~
seems a pauper(giggles)

7:30 p.m.

tequila works great ~

my poem is complete

11:15 p.m.

Why do I get better ideas
after i complete~

hangover or personality

e d i t i n g . . .


Let the shivering leaves scorch (Vignettes)


beginning of sentences

always jealous for they could never

could get to other side of period,

only early comas

just like short dusks

who never make it to long dawns


petty verses were never meant

to worship inexpensive poets

for they cracked like porcelain

at the first whip of customized meter

it learnt starving for mercy

at a young age


swollen walls send muses sneezing

hardly leaving room for one free verse

and a couple of rhymes

that left the typewriter

with more apetite for aromatic blanks

than metaphoric ink


another Juliet-peeled-off paper

to let cliche look a hero

it was never meant to,

except on asteroids

~ holding a rose and down on knees

flirting for a fling on Wordsworth


Monday looks Touchstone

in a pink three-piece-suit

ready to cave into epiphanies

and philosophies alike

Would it still know how glue holds together the best parts of flesh until weekend?


While puddles of recycled moons

from yesterday’s dinner still lay

crushed at my feet,

the unsung hymns get to debut

as new legends of the sky.

And only a while ago ,

i was calling out to the old storm

on block heels whose sequined skirt

brought evolution to no-pass junction.