Our Sufferings

What draws us to suffering I can not say, can it be that our miseries stand staunch by our sides while happiness is always in the cruelest form?   For our joys are a mere mirage, shiny hallucinations from the distant, sparkling optical illusions when the rays of sun descends.   And when we look …

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The Persian Laila

Having feasted past-midnight, PersianLaila got up lazily at the stroke of twelve. Wearing her sparkling tiara, she rose with a numbing headache resultant of a hangover, Caused by the left-over French champagne that she drank greedily from the China glass of her Benevolent master. Her master’s darling she occupied a special place in his cozy lap …

Metamorphosis

I grew up beyond the grey walls…. Walls that changed hues under varied spells, mama would strictly keep me inside.   The thick silver parapets adorned tiny holes, black ashen specks from where I marveled at the cruel oddity of the world.   A faded sepia of Papa hung at a crooked angle-tilted towards outside,shadowing other …

The Land of Food Lovers

“Mac-Donaldus Tacum,  Infurnus Divina Steakum Panem nostrum daily coffeum withum summum donoughtus”   At every turn a Mac-Donald’s at every curve a Wendy’s, there across the road lay a live breathing hot-dog under the careful gaze of cozy Connecticut Sun.   The lush garden free flows with aroma of Dunkin -Doughnut’s coffee, all I need is …

Wounded

I don’t carry with me golden strings of pompous words, nor an embroidery of the  embellished locutions for  what I carry in me is a bleeding heart from where words gush out a greenish pus from decomposing wounds forever in loop for they never heal, as my brain keep playing the same slapstick movie again and …

Lofty Desires

I aimed for the mountain top while rare florets ooze from the ground beneath me, I longed for the sparkling stars neglecting the lapis lazulis laying on the beds of the mighty rivers  I craved to suckle on the heavenly nectar, while bees synchronized intricate combs in my backyard then when the dusk spread its …

When I Die

When I die, do not cremate me lets not erect massive tombs or embellish any symbols, Let nature take its course.   No one will weep or mourn Just abandon my body on The Towers of Silence of ancient Zoroastrians followers of Ahura Muzda.   Scavengers will nibble, maggots will feast, worms will build their abode …

The Colossal Poise

I ran naked midst tall elephant grasses breathless, gasping for some air in my emaciated lungs collapsing  on the red Earth beneath.   Alarmed by the blob of sounds oozing from the fissures, leaned  and settled my left ear to listen to the heart-beats of my own unborn still floating in   vast cores.   Gentle pulsing sighs of life gone …

Mamma (Mother)

(This poem is a tribute to my mamma ( as I call her) for being an amazing mother, for raising two children single, working hard to put food in our hungry bellies, for loving us so much, for setting us free and fad away)   Carried in warm waters of her womb for 280 days …

A Believer

Me a speck of dust insignificant particle  May be a believer or  may be not…. Yet here I am…, here I am with topaz rays of the glorious Sun on my  malformed face. Azure brook flowing gently through my blistered feet. Fluttering of crushed leaves, music to  mine ears. Buzzing of bees, melody of  fallen florets. …