Presence/Absence

Healing and healers

dreaming and dreamers

and the in betweens

the could have beens

the never beens

the journeys

of bodies and souls

and the dreams

deep in the

Australian outback

a cave painting

or in a forsaken monastery

like a mummified monk

memories

homes, solaces

and tombs

all transitory

like a bird

on a wire

only the shaking

much after

knows its presence.

Voice

My voice is all I had                                                       
even that I was taken away
and beaten into
so many we's
by the chains of tradition
that hold tight


and I was scared
REBEL was a bad label
so I bargained that voice
to find an insensitive
and eerie silence of peace
the peace that never lasted long

The newly trimmed "I" for me
was difficult to fit in
like a gaudy dress
two sizes small

those dreams of flying
of love being the wind
in my wings
flew away

and when the wings
in the cage could make
no more noise

I reclaimed my voice
because that's all I have
to give to my wounds
the balm on my tales !!

PRAGAASH

A herd

shouldn't be heard

or seen

or worst

sing...

shout blasphemy

What did you say

birds also sing?

who permitted them?

irreligious,obscene acts

accelerate religious cacophony

lets strangulate

reason,logic and music.

A bird's life

Sometime or the other
I'm sure we all wish
to be a bird

it might be
the sudden urge
to just fly free
get rid of a worry
or just be....

sometimes it is
out of joy
to spread the wings
and measure the sky

yeah a bird
is free from petrol prices
and relationship complexities

but finding the tastiest worm
or cushioning the best nest to rest
would also be
a different kind of rut

spring to miss
mate to find
nest to make
dinner to bring back...

want to be a bird ?