Vows

KITE DREAMS
We are vow creatures Seemingly kept in line By a pledge, or the remembrance Of one done long ago and we keep our Piece of the bargain, to love, to cherish To keep the hands clean When that saucy siren seemingly knocks on your door And keeping the hands dirty When she is down with the flu And you’re ...

Betel Leaves and Areca Nuts

KITE DREAMS
You get the peppery betel leaves And the areca nuts, a seemingly innocuous practice Embellished with slaked lime, and the mouth Instantly turns to crimson tides Of churning color and in that bloody red paste And a seemingly strange practice of chewing a biological brew Lies a tradition of tea pluckers and rubber tappers Of a folk-mainstay of slicing ...

Saudade

KITE DREAMS
Seasons unfold Sprouting new life-giving creatures That the heart holds special Infatuation becomes a thing of the recent past And something compass-driven And feeling-chiseled takes over Prone to immutability Seemingly unlike late puberty and the flu season When you feel a running heart At every beautiful creature That passes you by And when that inescapable Love-tune enters that groovy ...

Habeas Corpus

Groundviews
Featured image courtesy Amalini de Sayrah We returned to the place Where we were buried in a hurry “Let’s look for our bodies,” we said We searched the edge of the lagoon, the marsh Where uniformed men said summary executions Make great photos Behind walls embroidered with bullet marks Inside derelict schools and churches, graveyards and abandoned wells We even ...

Blinking Stars

~BLOG ZASHGAL~
Loads of stars up in the sky Just together blinking alike But each one of them has their own story Light years away all lonely...

Blinking Stars

~BLOG ZASHGAL~
Loads of stars up in the sky Just together blinking alike Each of them has a very own story Light years away all lonely

Translation

KITE DREAMS
I furrow Through the night-darkness It seems we don’t make love With the lights on – Let’s say that was God’s gift Fate’s way of making us “very special” Made for each other in odd’s disequilibrium And we don’t bungle our way Through switches or care about how beautiful The intercourse of brawn and beauty is We only have ...

Self-Reflection

KITE DREAMS
Sometime we are sylphs Weightless like a feather when we feel The thrill of every passing moment With a spring in one’s step And sometimes – notoriously often….. We are circumspect, inner-wheels turning And the outer in a deadlock or stalemate Seemingly caught between two worlds The perfect Archie paradox – Betty or Veronica Yet at the end of ...

Life Begins at 40 (On my 40th B’day)

KITE DREAMS
Viagra billboard in San Jose With age everything gets thicker The waistline, glasses and the shirt-fit But then you realize – as you stare at your wife – What a blessing age is, after all, all you have to do Is to look at the her hips and buttocks To realize that age is a miracle worker After all that ...

After the Break-up

KITE DREAMS
You hold on to the toothbrush For as long as possible, and the comb She left behind with residual tresses Seems precious – a collector’s item Even memory’s space craft And you realize the little things that she brought To the front of the sink or the mirror Every detail of her pajamas and how a dress Perfectly falls ...

Hopeless in America

KITE DREAMS
It must be terrible to be of no hope! They say the radical fruit Grows from the deepest roots Sour as a yellow-lemon to the beholder Yet sweet inside, like a ripe melon Which grew inside breasts And it is said with time, the radical stance Will find itself shrinking exponentially Until dwindled to a pus or yeast cell ...

Truth and Lies, Feces and Words

KITE DREAMS
The only truth that leaves the human body Is digested food and throngs of bacteria And that they call “feces” and all the half-truths which come out Of the other end are measured, analyzed and explained In volumes of dictionaries and thesauruses And that forms the lexicon of lies After all the human existence is based On the unswallowable ...

Catholic Fundamentalism

KITE DREAMS
When we live in a catholic fundamentalist world, it is hard to stay silent. So I’m sharing my thoughts on the current catholic fundamentalist “Mercy Juggernaut” that is radiating from the Vatican. Every priest at every church is preaching the “Mercy” theme and confessionals these days must be like ration queues or bread lines in 1970s, after all in ...

Friendship

KITE DREAMS
We wear some as badges The successful, the faces and lives That have appeal painted all over their personalities Yet we keep some inside the pockets Of denim pants – hidden from others Yet taking a tearing piece of heart But not groin, and that is the luster-less, the granted Like the deep conversations on a river jetty Before ...

Elegy on Life

KITE DREAMS
On the forefront, the liberals Were barricading the conservatives Keeping them prisoner, while they Strut their commandment-less lifestyles On the passenger catwalks There were anorexic models, only bone And no flesh, just like their stubborn resistance To tradition and no growth of flesh To insulate the warmth of the heart   And just like “Pret-a-porter” They walk naked, after ...

A Conversation

KITE DREAMS
I told my buddy “hey man, I don’t booze I don’t believe in pre-marital sex And I want to sleep with one woman For the rest of my life” He looked at me and his face said it all My life was wasted in his mercurial eyes   He looked at me and said ‘I’ve slept with 9 women ...

The Religion of Privacy

KITE DREAMS
The social experiment is nearing 10 years or has surpassed it. I’m still in that Gulag in Siberia – of course I have regained some friends after I tied the knot and my social life has expanded a bit but I know that most people around me are imposters. Wasn’t that the case with the Truman Show? Truman on ...

Rehymenation – A Prayer

KITE DREAMS
The confessional Is like a rehymenation ward Where putrid sin is vanquished To the renewal of Aurora’s dawn Which eventually (with time) heats up To scorching Ra and at the strike of noon Clothes come off, when the glare Is as blinding as the awoken bliss Quaking out from the epicenter And that fault seemingly is Once again cracked ...

Dreams, thoughts. love and others..

Building My Brand
I see you in my dreams everyday. Even though you are still around, you are still far away. Your eyes talking to mine  in the dark, in day light , both eyes are shut. The memories linger, it haunts me like a ghost , every day and every night. Dear Father, I miss you , even though you are so close to me. is it fate ? or is it reality?  I will never know. All I know is one thing. I love you..

It takes more than Speedos to make an Olympian

KITE DREAMS
Micheal Phelp’s speedos And Usain Bolt’s track-shorts Weighed so little, a few grams at most But that heart inside the flesh suit That wobbled and quaked, when they felt the tingling strokes Or mercurial pace-mongers Yet rose to the occasion – weighed a lot lot more…… For it takes a million tons of iron and steel To sculpt a ...