Sunday, January 29, 2017

Immunity in a Post-Larvae World

I adore the gracious rays of sun at dawn
Blinding us,
Refracting through the great silican edge of the atmosphere
Extinguishing the non-existent false obscurity
Illuminating our ecological green little fantasies

We wade through the sweet unblemished air
Amidst the uncongested lanes of the floral naturale,
Heightening the amity of the pacifist animalia
Dozed off in the caffeinated bliss of security

The horizon although vividly hazy
Circumscribes the delicately blossoming dreams
For beyond that, none exists that pleases the eye

It is the land of the predator and prey
Where the natural law is above all aesthetic allure
No wonder the divine placed this grand aerial armour
To safeguard her preeminent children from toxic Earthly anguish

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

A fire

A fire blazed through the alcohol-induced-coma of a night
Illuminating the untrodden paths of this concrete wilderness,
Flashing momentary images of memories overexposed
The blinding sparks set ablaze a monumentally modern Rome

The flames rose over the sea of unassuming cosmopolites
Standing still being devoured indiscriminately together
This was the everlasting spectacle of Borax masochism
While Nero and his kin played jazz on hip hop beats

I saw my flesh melting down and bone and bone marrow
As I surrendered my heightened senses to outworldly oblivion
There will be no recollection of the demise of this contemporary empire
But all the scorched alleyways and graffiti and murals shall remain

Monday, January 23, 2017

Thursday, January 19, 2017


Inexpressibly beautiful,

You are art.


You are
a toxic atmosphere
in which
I would love
to suffocate and

Blank Canvas

I saw a blank canvas
and on it
you were smiling at me

I grabbed my pencil
and started
tracing your smile

I was never really
the skilled sketcher
I wanted myself to be

'But how hard could it be
to trace
the most beautiful smile of the world'
I thought

But when I was done
the canvas wasn't blank anymore


You weren't smiling.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017


Matter over form
This haiku self contradicts
Or does it?

She did NOT dwell among the untrodden ways

She did NOT dwell among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
Her room was in the middle of the business district
Next to Chinatown.

A Maid whom there were very many to praise
But very few to love,
She kept to herself and was of a few words
No one knew her whereabouts.

The alluring queen bee of this great hive
Beneath the orange sky.
- Fair as a star among the high skyscrapers
Half hidden from the eye!

She lived in public, but only a few could know
When Lucy ceased to be,
I only found her name on her grave,
The difference to me!

Tuesday, January 10, 2017


I thought your
would be like
the death
of a star

vibrant dust clouds
and sending
ripples through
the fabric
of our known

But it was
rather a 
quiet affair

as if you
never existed
at all

Monday, January 2, 2017


I love a good argument
so much more than
sitting at home
looking out the window
at afternoon raindrops
disappearing against the
flowing down like your
flowing down
against your cheeks...

But when you say
that it was I
who wasn't ready
for commitment
when it was you
who left me
for someone else
I'd rather look at
all those clumps of
calmly landing on my window
and accumulates