Synchronous Bloom

​Your body

Is my pilgrimage 

Of worship


A place

Where my hands reach to

Offer absolutions


I use my silvery tongue

To get you around the bend

And tell you that your flesh 


Blesses mine, with a stain

That’s more than just skin deep


So I press my heart against yours

Waiting for the two drums

To beat as one


I press my mouth against yours

And eat the words 

That died upon your lips


My mouth traces

Every inch of your skin and bones

Until my hunger is satiated


A sliver of the midnight moon

Bathes us while we

Tangle ourselves deeper into one another


Every heavy breath, a sonnet

Every bite, an ode

Every moan, those three tired words


The air is heavy

With the scent of old perfume

While our two bodies talk


The burden on my hands, absolves

The stars in the sky, dissolves

And the argument our bodies have, resolves

As we bloom synchronously


The Manganiyar Classroom


This teacher has it all figured out
There is only right and wrong
No shades of grey
One syllabus to rule them all

The mellow sunrise
With colours dancing between yellow and orange
Seems muffled and grey
From a classroom window

Skipping stones
Bouncing marbles
Drumming on pots
Drumming on buckets

They say,
That the teacher learns more from the students..
Then why don’t the students lead the class?

This melody that he’s drank
Runs in his veins all day.
And every morning,
A new melody runs.

The melody blinds his eye,
As he enters class
And shall be with him when he leaves,
The day’s studies already forgotten.

Memorizing lines,
Inking notebooks,
Drumming on desks
Drumming on desks

The afternoon sun
With dancing sun rays and brightness
Seems inviting and warm
When leaving the class

Running out as soon as the bell rings
Jumping with his friends,
It’s a long journey home for him
And he has a long song for the road.



The flick of an arrow
Snuffs the touch of flame


And I watch
Do nothing

But watch

Fists shatter against concrete
Pipes embrace flesh


Back to the start
Dripping sideways


I watch helplessly.

Do nothing

Absolutely nothing

But watch
As time plays muse

Telling things unknown


Change has come
It’s not here to stay

For change, changes

It won’t be the same

Cause time

Chases me..chases me..chases me

Through the undergrowth
Below the sparkling river

High above the midnight clouds

The way to me

Is hard to find

For this moment. Right now
I am evolving