Not Getting drunk

You are not getting drunk, dramatising yourself on your street

as life is getting ugly, keep pretty for a change


You will notice the windows, behind a closed door

and the scenery beyond

Let the door shut

let go

Let your vision return

You were not blind

You were blocked


You are not waiting tonight

prolonged nights may be, spent for yourself instead


Short lived is wining, so is losing

Marriage can be heaven, marriage can be prison

love,  is air

You feel it when you are losing it, you kick, you struggle,

you hate to see what you have become


Love is flawless, if free, is fair,

let go!

Let go the one with no love left, for you


Not tonight, no more any night


Written in memory of three broken marriages of siblings, same year






















Solemn Silence

Ka! the bathroom fan finally stopped,

The kitchen door is closed – no movements will trigger the lights.

The street has gone to sleep, good night!

The man cried for his cat is gone, good luck!


So many of the “the”s

are around me, shadowing me, suffocating me,

with constant persistant dominant demands

of attention


I feel alive again, after some Nina de Roja,

I am back to my own world – idle,tipsy, woozy – but quiet,

preciously quiet


No more hysterical songs on the radio,

No more aimless rambling to a bearer,

No more explanations or justifications

that are of no interest

to whoever had time wasted for.


I found myself again

In the middle of the night,

it visits like a bosom friend

in solemn silence!