of you who do
Coal black lips
Chapped like sunburnt soil
Take the final drags
Of a lazy cigarette
It feels as though there were a universe
Lodged in my brainRead More Universe.
It burns the back of my throat
As I blow out grey clouds
Into the clear skyRead More A Smoke.
Mixed with a flurry of sunshine.Read More To That Girl.
Boredom unwinds like a creeper
And an intestine pulled out
From the brain.Read More Ennui.
The cyclone ravaged the city
With raging recklessness,Read More Coconut Tree.
My father scanned them with bird’s eyes
Choosing, observing and patient.Read More The Book Family.
A thread of sunshine
Is cut by a deathly shadowRead More Rough Patch
Beggars crouch with spines of rubber
Under the warm humid stench of Madras.Read More City.