I1 of 18
1997–2000
titled as “4” · Poems (1997–2000)
The fawn, wounded, was limping on I saw her, wanted to dress her wound, but she kept going away from me. As if I would hurt her more Soon it was dark, and I lost my way.
II2 of 18
1997–2000
titled as “11” · Poems (1997–2000)
I am getting my jaw removed.
‘cause of all the pain.
the talk,
the smile,
the muse,
the talk
the shave
the cut,
the blood,
the talk
same.
I am getting my lower jaw removed.
III3 of 18
1997–2000
titled as “16” · Poems (1997–2000)
confusing tidy room risk, playing around not afraid to see too much; the bulb won’t phase out. losing things building up, never blaming the postman, for the missing sweets. he-she domains food-stains cozy cigarette butts. a drop of ginger on my tongue, chastened by bread. I’ll never leave this house, I’ll never lose the key of the lock, My parents discussing my case history with the ants, Before; spilt milk. Selling governments buying art, sleep and sobriety talking contradictions, lozenge of realization swallowed with cough. The sun doesn’t pay me attention enough, to get me to listen, to him.
IV4 of 18
2005
titled as “envelopes” · fish out of water
a ride home and away a pendulum a terrain empty and full moonlight blue There is no if in trust a handshake a hello a strike rate an envelope a gate when did risk ever matter enough to abstain? The telephone the shower-bath the pingpong game the dunlop I am with you, we can meet again.
V5 of 18
2005
titled as “easier flight” · fish out of water
It is easier to make your lover smile, than to make a balloon fly,
VI6 of 18
2005
titled as “weighbridge” · fish out of water
Smiles in transcend If you have money lend. singers begging on the streets for eager ears and pockets deep. samesamesamesame vainvainvainvain a tiger on the prowl wants to eat your daughter your field of corn. the tiger is corrupt if you let him peep its enough. since when have mothers started weighing their children. On the weighbridge in their father’s eyes ? yessirnosiryessirno I don’t want to be a soldier and I won’t go everyone will disbelieve. the prime minister will call the thieves, the prime minister will roll a rough cigarette, and smoke it while he pees on the open streets.
VII7 of 18
2005
titled as “42” · fish out of water
lotuses have blue eyes, in their hungry tummies. They can see you swim by, thinking how good they’d look in your drawing room. don’t think you are getting away.
VIII8 of 18
2005
titled as “under the sink” · fish out of water
red roses in a dark night, I count the stars, The night sky is silent, I open my fridge I don’t see her photograph, whereas pomegranates and apples are free. Its impossible to look anywhere, and not find myself staring back. Whereas my house is leaked with soap water. Walking is tough. Successful entrepreneurs scale the heights, singers sing love songs and rupture into limelight, almost overnight. I can’t toss a coin because I don’t want to lose, and I don’t know what wins. Driving myself around the town, my mind when at peace, frights, that it will float away. I spill ketchup on my grey t-shirt. India might be a vast country, with riches infinite. But the way I see, neither am I at home, nor am I a foreigner. Poets are useful only to write trite election by-lines. Rest of the time, they should rest under the sink, with the cockroaches.
IX9 of 18
2005
titled as “those stars” · fish out of water
I was interested in the stars; as a child If I had a bit of sense, which my father did think I had. I would have pursued my astronomy, and would have been in PALO-ALTO today or somewhere else. Instead I became a poet, and I look at the stars only at night, when I’m hungry and broke.
X10 of 18
2005
titled as “Buy A House, Buy A Car” · A Song of Uncertainty
What all do you have to lose to climb a sugar cube and be shiny to speed a car and turn it around to always have shutterbugs bug? Producers have malicious bouncers they strip you before you enter of all your airs and all your teeth dry from umbrage taken, they like to roll about words like industry culture public and you want to puncture their tummies. Will there be a day when everyone'll be wearing crazy t-shirts which one can never buy on the streets? Today everyone sits around with a pound of butter and a plastic knife a pound of butter and a plastic knife. They feel responsible feel powerful slip on waxed floors. Don't socialize idealize, sit up and listen. Talk into the mirror, claim a voice. What all do you have to lose to stage a casting couch to exchange sex for work? What all do you have to lose to change your faith to marry his wife abandon your child? What all do you have to lose to be a film star frothing at your mouth, buy a house buy a car?
XI11 of 18
c. 2007
untitled
cyrogenic face-lifts, dumb punches, heartfelt snow. everything for a purpose. people will always meet after gaps and ask questions, raise fingers. I will bury my epitome, my unknown, my weapons, outside your house. enter unarmed. you will examine. judge. fudge accounts which have nothing to do with you. still I will persist, chase your earrings, chase the buzz, of the night to the silver-chest. claim some stars as my own; create another possibility for accident.
XII12 of 18
21 June 2025
titled as “FOURTEEN” · ONE to TWENTY-FIVE
An elevator to where rhinos swim
XIII13 of 18
21 June 2025
titled as “NNETEEN” · ONE to TWENTY-FIVE
Scale operates in a delusion. It is never true. One is a window Two is a door but neither has any answer. or the current score.
XIV14 of 18
21 June 2025
titled as “TWENTY” · ONE to TWENTY-FIVE
go there don’t come here, because this a platform, not a station. I cannot walk for you nor you for me.
XV15 of 18
3 April 2026
untitled
The protocol is to say nothing. compulsively if you say something someone might figure something or worse, someone might not figure anything at all. so it is better - to not say anything at all. I hold myself back so hard; as if trying very hard not to clench my fist. lest somebody suspect an attempt to show force for which no evidence exists. else it can easily seem like an empty show of force
XVI16 of 18
6 May 2026
untitled
the silence has a sting But only for so long. access leads to blur because we all grope around but darkness is presence. holes are not cavities. what can be read is not necessarily text. when my eyes talk to yours, I lose something.
XVII17 of 18
10 November 2026
untitled · six words, three words, six words
algorithmic fact needlessly; continual shaken — apologize dispersion twice emperor devouring ( defeat patiently
XVIII18 of 18
10 November 2026
untitled · six words, three words, six words
tea macro-time after-taste offended ignition; dough inculcated supposedly improvise — disparity confusion, moot