My Latest


up in dead of night
i hear the fast thud
of our home’s heartbeat

walls titter coming alive
argumentatively comparing
their framed fripperies

creak and moan
for attention
then as my heartbeat
fills my throat i hear soft
footfalls descending…..

our evenly pulsing
walls made vibrant and
alive by us during daytime
come night fall
turn mysterious
gripped by shadows

I hear their heartbeat
loudly thumping
under cover of night
stillness of my “me” time
is thus rent by staccato
pounding of my own heartbeat

I feel you

when sun
gently kisses
swaying leaves
making them glow
I experience you
upon carefully treading
uneven cobblestones
I espy a tiny slug sliding filled
with the wonder of you

I can wax lyrical.. string poems
with emotional lows highs finely
nuanced even now ..but my
addicted soul craves a hit from
the pure opium that is you
I glance at trees…aimlessly
wandering in fields..taking nibbles
of exquisitely colored skies overhead
and upon seeing earth in downward dog
poses called mountains …I get recharged
let me again feel ..delight in your tiny
soft palm reassuringly curling in mine like
it did long time ago.. let’s babble in toddler talk
once again …allow me this amazing grace my blue
beloved before these maternal sands finally run out

when sun
gently kisses
swaying leaves
making them glow
I experience you


re-living tingles
that’d vibrated
core to pores
I again glance at The Black
Madonna of Montserrat
feeling awed
and blessed all over again …
….two days ago same tingles had
traversed in body upon feasting
my seeker eyes on the majesty
of Lord Ganesha’s form in ebony
ensconced in stately
splendor inside Flushing
New York temple
and joy had washed
over sore joints
as pain receded returning
me to the shores of holy river
Ganges where one dip
had burst open my head
chakra making me giddily
such is
the amazing
of my

woe is me !


out of sync mind
wants body to chew
overly much….as only thing
intact is my pearly white set
resulting in much to do
in pains and aches
in hitherto newer spots
“morosely” in intermittent
dots and dashes
why can’t
my monkey
mind behave
as it behooves folks
my age with beastly
bodies proverbially flinging
wrenches in my harebrained
capers as planned and ruefully
executed …
energies spent.. life partner
lies supine trying to regain
usual bounce and smile
…beset with guilt I query
why is it you get more tired
when accompanying me as you
walked miles yesterday returning
home with wall to wall smiles?
he replied: you see
interminable steps do me in.. ..
walking for me is a breeze..even
better after couple of drinks
only slopes and steps
make me wheeze
now truly repentant
i slink away without
a peep

serrated night

“I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.” ~ Anne Brontë
serrated night
tossing turning
fetal ….
full fledged
in remainder(ed)