What Is A Wall For


Street Art In Chapel Road | ©SatishKrishnamurthy/Flickr

My Hibiscus plant

leans on my pink wall

and spills

orange blooms; luring the flower thief

each dawn,

when my plant is in a mood of charity-

the sky is pink in shame

so am I;

the husband’s face

is like the monster fish forever fixed

on the wall of Bandra’s Chapel Road*-

the woman is unabashed-

she has in her hand

a long stick with an iron hook

attached to its end-

she plucks my heart

with it-

the shy wall can do nothing-


*Chapel Road in Bandra, Mumbai is famous for its colorful street art.


Posted for my prompt~ The Wall @ Poets United Midweek Motif




I am a subhuman,

living in stupor-

when you live

in a land of goats

you are unable to read signs-

Night appears to be sizzling

with light

while Day lurches under cover of darkness-

this happens

when you live with goats

in a goat-land….

at night which originally is a day

you find hollowed, murdered words

lying like famished humans of the Bengal Famine-

you find hollow-men brawling

in talk shows of spicy politics-

and you can’t smell apocalypse with a blocked nose

while bridges collapse and fire consumes traders-

yet you are clueless-

you mistake the scimitar for a moon-

and write poems-on a breezy day

which actually is the blackest of nights-

this is because

you live with goats

in the goat-land.


Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Evidence/Clues @ Poets United


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He lives-

his each breath

is a calm, placid word

with a shelter,

with the southerly breeze

tucked inside-

to give me a home,

to blow away the sobs still left-


He sings-

his each note

is a cloud-sail

with a fiery dream,

with a skein of geese

flecked on it-

to kindle my soul,

to make it forever free-


He is a forever giver.

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Charity @ Poets United