Sunday, April 8, 2007


Doors bang shut
At footfalls on stairs
Conversations freeze
For the intruder to pass
Faces turn away
At chance encounters
Or make strained smiles
I know these vain bipeds
Owning prime square feet
Sniff at tenants like me
"Lock the gate!"
Somebody yells at me
I sheepishly turn back and obey
Outside on the street
Mongrels in a turf war
Bare fangs and snap at each other
(Published in the Kavya Bharati)

Saturday, April 7, 2007


I looked for tomorrow and tomorrow
Hope rising with every sun
Yet only yesterday came, like yesterday
In rags, clutching obsolete coins
Pointing somewhere ahead
Where the road curved
"I've seen him in my dreams
Rosy-cheeked, white-robed
Sometimes with a halo
Sometimes with a sword!"
Down the very road I've been
He hobbled on, with others in tow
Each clutching the god
He was born with
Muttering familiar prayers
Of paradise for the poor
Freedom from birth
Of messiahs and avatars
Coming again
Pointing somewhere ahead
Where the road curved
Looking for tomorrow
And tomorrow and tomorrow
And finding only yesterday, like yesterday
(Published in Kavya Bharati)