missing me

dust laden keyboard
will wait for my fingers
my laptop and my computer
won't blink again
journal of my life would be still
the streets won't see my feet again
banks will call and fall silent
in the closet
someone will find my hidden jewels
all my papers would be carefully scrutinized
but would I care,
would anyone care

hope someone misses my poetry,
and the reviews I write
but I know and you know,
nothing will change in this world
when I die 
that is what I wish-
no immortality after death.

fairy tale

golden wings 
it stood there near that stream
creature so beautiful
I circled from it
it was gone
I felt an itch on my shoulder blades

had I turned to a fairy?

embracing weeds

I saw the message in the sky
arrived as soon as I could

weeds embraced her lovingly
ignoring her raucous breathing

her closed eyes were strung together
(I wanted those to open and look at me)

I took a blanket, covered her carefully
although I knew it was a lost cause

it was the 11th Anniversary of 10th day
of I don't recall what (wait while I think)

she obviously had forgotten it too
or I wouldn't have found her in water

I had been anticipating to meet her 
those words had already formed in my mind

"do you remember what we promised when we met...?
certainly not your inevitable death "

numbers go nutty while I watch

all those numbers run around
I catch them
put them in different slots
but they escape again
curious to know each other

I like the picture
logical numbers
going nuts over each other
squares and cubes
climb exponentially

trigonometry breaks
into geometry
they giggle like a kid
and suddenly embrace,
break away guiltily

precalculus is the silent one
it has too much in its pocket
number system spouts euclid's lemma
roots of quadratic are always paired
but you know, it is all statistics

each portion of math says this
If I should die, think only this of me-
how to resurrect those numbers again

that hammer

If I had a hammer, I would smash it
on your pumpkin patch, think it is your head
all blood and gore, a pulp, beauty to behold.

*************
a nail, essential in the centre of that wall
for your photo to be displayed for all
If I had a hammer, I would hit hard

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AppleHouse Poetry Workshop: 10/10/10: 3 lines, 10 syllables each
Saturday Centus: If I had a hammer

bring on the cawing

they sit on my window sill
cawing creates a cacophony
I try to shoo them away
they don't budge an inch
black crows on my window sill

what tales they carry
of this world or the nether one
I try to shoo them away
they keep themselves fixated
black crows on the terrace floor

the cawing gets worse
they fight for supremacy
I try to shoo them away
they stare at me unblinking
black crows simply jumping around

a sudden quiet, no one is there
I look heavenwards
I try to bring them back
Where did they go in a jiffy
blacks crows possess magical powers

"my dad used to say, no other bird brought you news about your ancestors"

my monkey reads you well

your hands in your pocket

that lopsided smile

your balled handkerchief in right pocket

coat all wrinkled

and jeans so dirty

my monkey reads you well

your feet so dirty

sweat stains on your shirt

your suitcase open

in the centre of the room

a banana on top of it

my monkey reads you well

on that bed

under the covers

sloppily you fall asleep

I scatter the pillows

my deed done so well

my monkey reads me well

it pushes me into the bathroom

under flowing water I wash it

it hands me a towel,

I wipe it clean

taking in back where it belongs

my monkey reads me well

no one would have believed

it was I who knifed him

if we had left the room

and gone on our way

but for my monkey who wanted to stay

"and why not, it was his monkey too"

nowhere island

the morning's moisture misted on his beard
while I watched from the sidewalks
the lake reflected the mountains
and I could see only him
his glasses perched on his head
he was immersed in silence
golden light of the sun
poured over him
showering him with warmth
I wished to catch it from him like a cold
when I came into his vision
he paused from his silence
his eyes took a catastrophic look
he slipped down his glasses
purposefully disappeared into the deep lanes

"no stranger to our gauzy history,
nor to our torrid chemistry, 
where can he escape from the paring memories?"