Bolt

As smoke cleared
Revealing brown eyes
As alcohol haze subdued
to dreamy silence
As sunshine faded
To a peaceful night
As momentary madness
turned radical
A bolt unexpected
Cleared the audience.

Promises

Wealth, the moments stagnant
Capital, the breed is pregnant
Money,the stream's buoyant
Credit, your foe not hope
Debit, the signs unseen.
Promises, you don't know them.

Pool, Pills, Blue

Fill the pool
Now the pills
Count me in
Push me in
Drown to death
Banish breath
Never see the land
Just deep blue

The bridge made of matches

Seemed a stack of matches.
Tied together by an unseen thread,
They floated above a flowing stream.
The bridge that was two languages.
Matches indeed those logs that joined,
A moment's shine, an hour's char,
And nobodies till the end of time.
Drooping words after a day's slogging
A non-existent dialog among dialects.
Start the dialog and try walking
See if it'll stand or fall.

Home Alone

A splash of water on my face.
A face in the mirror staring at me.
A few marks of wet feet on the red floor.
A couple of razor blade cuts on my chin.
Toothpaste smell hiding tobacco stench.
Watching TV as amma cooked and left.
An endless wait for the newspaperboy.
Cricket, murder, politics in the ears.
Comprehending whats good in the news.
A couple of women reading out.
About who killed whom and who's seeing whom.
When done with those dosas for good
Dozing off home alone.

The joker my mother cant see

Sipping in those cups of tea
Fueling the burns inside me again,
Sucking in some smoke from a cigarette
Clearing those worms from my brain,
A joker with smeared make up is smiling inside.
Holding onto a parachute
He floats around in my brain.
Mocking those war-cries
Trading his blood for smile.
Evading those missiles from foes
Taking refuge in a circus tent.
Amusing all those kids in there
With his blood-red lips.
Trusting that thick canvas canopy
That hides me from my mother's eyes.