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POETRY

"I am writing this to you,
my friend, my lover,
betrayer and the betrayed
I thought I owed this to you
and you thought you owed me nothing"

Read Angst, Rusty Truck Zine

Poet 

The poet’s house
went from
verse to verse

Farewell

Goodbye and leave me

Leave me in the inertia of leaving

Leave me when you progressively travel

A bit of you at every milestone

 

You may be some numeric miles from Russia,

And a few dollars from US

While I’ll not move an inch

And transpire into nothingness

 

Leave me to strew my poems

Over a famous Irish Coffee

Over there in Mussoorie

When a Room still waits for me

 

For me, For me

The train stands there

The dogged passengers lift their holidays

And I go blank

Taking a holiday from holidays

 

The seedy night bars at Mumbai

Where beer smuggles unwillingly

A smoke-choked lung coughs out sea shells

There, there, I lie falsely loved

 

Do not wait for me, am long long gone

Gone with the Mumbai Monsoons

Gone with violent terror on missing the right station

Gone with simple insanity

Gone with ill smelling pleasure

 

So when you come looking for your reclaimed guilt

I am gone, long gone, gone for ever.

Cheshire Trains

 

I come back home with neon animals

And gasoline burning my insides

The gentleman tilts his head

To the rushing track

It carries away his brain

He leans back, and smokes a little less

By then the sands have settled down

And books are up for burning

The train rumbles in

And leaves me in rapid light years

Read my poems at The Cottage Reader

Haikus from Free Poetry Series #1, Ragged Lion Press

Read my poems at The Coldnoon Quarterly

'Father' Published by: Sore Dove Press, San Fracisco

7 poems, each bound as a book in black leatherette, 20x13 cm (8x5"), all housed in a handmade drop back box. Each poem No. 4 of 12 signed and numbered copies. First Edition. Each book is signed by the respective poet. The poets included are: Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Jack Hirschman, Ann Menebroker, Belinda Subraman, Father Luke, Sreemanti Sengupta and Soheyl Dahi. A scarce collection, handsomely presented. The collection was titled after a phrase from my poem. Read it below:

Few of my haikus were translated to French by celebrated collagist Bruno Sourdin. Read them here.

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'Losing Friends' a poetry collection was published on Oct. 2019, by Alien Budha Press 2.0. You can get a copy here

Below is me reading some poems from the book. Read the complete review in Don Yorty's blog!

Father

I don’t know

what or how to

tell you things

It’s harder now

when you’re not there

suffering had made

you so gallant

that I cringed under it

like a leper rolling bidis

only I, I was too painful

my mind had exploded

 

I have your last gasps

I have everything you can

smile about and destroy

the shards out of me

And yet you look at me

out of obscure photographs

with your handsome smile

leaving no room for a debate

 

If I have killed you

I have loved you too

 

I don’t know which goes first

You never left a note

Read my poems at FEARLESS 72

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let me sit in the
dark and think
about killing myself
and yet I find
they’ve broken the
latch to my door,

Read Suicide Diaries at Mad Swirl

See original artwork and read poem up at VERSIFICATION's 'DEGENERATE DECEMBER' issue. Live HERE

Read 'Ode to the Traveller we're all afraid of'' at San Pedro River Review. Print copies available here

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