Moonbeams dance

moonbeams dance on my pillow
this unknown summer night
venus blooms like cereus
in an ebony sky
a hushed wind carries 
My dreams to you
I pick up my pen...


With Jack and Allen in Mumbai

A city strung on a hot red wire
Wired to stay awake through mayhem
A hub of sound 
Faces of dazed oblivion
Above clank of day's machinery
Noses burn with pollution
Mosquitoes feast on polluted blood
The day's mantra is do or die
Voices drown in constant blare of horns
Traffic slow walks the roads 
As people make and break 
Zebra crossing....like crazed ants
Running to work cubicles..
And the city's life line asphyxiates...
Trains grunt on steel tracks
Spilling legs on disgruntled platforms
Fog and smog and smoke 
Bleach the air
Teaching the lungs about breathing
Electric wires stagger 
Birds push, sway the electrocution
Dirt stains the shores
Flies melt into the atmosphere
As beggars and stray dogs
Nibble distorted food

The sky has a headache
As clouds destroy the blue...

Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac inspire

poetry paramount

Like history unborn
The sacred beauty of words
Dancing like diamonds
Wrapped in immortality
letting go the burdensome
when words become stimulus

Language is born
As words spotlight impulses
Breathing life to dreams
Feelings become expressions
Poems ache to be written
Sparking violet of heartbeat.


starlight is my swansdown

Mid-way between 
Darkness and light
The sky breathes its hues
Into my meditating eyes....

Stars flicker like candle light
Putting finesse in the 
Pagaentry of a cloudy latticework
Nestling cowslip of a moon...

Time entices...
Magnetized by rainbows
Arching into neutron stars

Auroral starlight soaks me
Swirled around by winds
That whisper in my soul...

Starlight is my swansdown 
Filling space like
Songs sung in
Taciturn confines...

In eternity of distance
Silence of a promiseless night
Breaks my reveries....


Swollen populace
With countenance of lost mankind
When circumspect civics
Wage a tax carnage
Labor bleeds-mired by corruption
Screaming a testament of pillory
Laws are degraded, abused, coerced
For a people barren with hope
Beliefs lost in--mayhem of survival
Pressed for scruples..a panegyric press
Goes to press
Teething politicians condone
Lethargic consciences
Becoming peoples' nightmare...as
Black melodies sung in 
Avenues of stifled motivations
Hope rendering futile
In these times of perdition
Iniquity rises..


When yearnings of the heart begin to plead
Handwritten ditties flame
Into promises of electric attraction
Becoming concepts of instinct and logic
Between two universes

Poetry's impassioned plea
Becomes wisdom
Treasured bonding becomes a monument
Tomorrows are liberated
From theories of mystery

Poetry gives strength in the heart
Words become antidote to life's poison

In the quiet of my mind
I piece myself into a verse

Poetry becomes my glory...