Category Archives: poetry
Without the adoration of Kings
Tarneeb
From the archives, ‘Tarneeb’ is my first try at writing a Ghazal. Hope you enjoy! In a bāzār sat four Persian Sheiks, nock-knees under the table playing Tarneeb—none willing to lose a single pisar. Fearing their wives beating them into agar, the Sheiks eyed the dough on the table, which could buy nine of theContinue reading “Tarneeb”
Again-Walker
On the edge of Oslo, I fell into the fog, where lights were snuffed out as the barrows cooled from the ice, drowning in it. I was lost in the wild, trees piled up as roots snaked around cawing ravens waited on a dying tree, on wiry and gaunt branches stripped bare. It moved, followedContinue reading “Again-Walker”
Meadows Strip
A Fitzgeraldian imagination of Las Vegas merges with the haibun in an exploration of an idealised cityscape. Sunlight through the dark nights illuminates the sand from fields of plazas, a blinding epiphany. I have heard many rumours in my life. Many were downright lies, and many more were over-exaggerations of some truth. It’s always beenContinue reading “Meadows Strip”
Beware The Beowulf!
Sliced sons break muddy ground. A Sunday Sun Sees the bloody bones, and weeps. This battle boils the blood of God. Bludgeoned boys Are sown like seeds. Cracks of bone remain hanging; In the pale air, ravens caw and coo. Gnashing maws and drying sores. It makes the skin crawl. Fog folds the dead. FillingContinue reading “Beware The Beowulf!”
Golden Spade (in conversation with Seamus Heaney)
the spade sinks into gravelly ground: my father digging we look down. his sight sees remnants of a crown, from Spear-Danes cut savagely down. in murky mires a blotched brown; a holds-hoard under musty mound. of flourished folk sway they spell bound decayed desires bare without sound. bleached bones clutch just one touch! Lost legendsContinue reading “Golden Spade (in conversation with Seamus Heaney)”
Electrify 