Monday, January 16, 2017


The world is a voyeur
in this souk of words
it constantly demands
Nudes of the souls

mine are mostly
in pastels and greys
palettes get limited
by the lenses of
joy and pain
life spins like a wheel

Time is a razor
twin-blades - love and deceit
unlimited close shaves
of too many trieds
and could-have-beens

With Hemingway
in the trench of depression
I learnt that
the heart of a writer
is their only bait

Memories nibble on it
shred by shred
maybe that's why 
most cages
are made of ribs

In an old playlist
-" may have my number
you can take my name
but you'll never have my heart"

The wild  thing
In my cage
and remembers
someone sing

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