Stranger in Mumbai
The sky dances in its own shadow…
In the sea
Newly married horses chase virgin waves
At the Gateway of India
Defeated Gods spray downpour indiscriminately
And indecent proposals sweep the wet streets.
Don’t go away fugitive clouds
Don’t listen to hollow rumors
Though I suffer the stigma of being
A bonded slave to your Downtown
Come running to my bed,
I am no stranger to your town…
Love at Red Light in Delhi
One holy river in slush flowing intermittently
Two basil leaves lying spritless on the scattered corpses
Robbed by wanton autumn delight,
Three priests play holi on the spy camera.
Besotted with nonsense science, endowed with senseless arts
Bulletproof polygamous soldiers arrive to raid hiding mongooses.
Hoarding imported roses under the encroached shade of lampposts
flower sellers haggle in crooked himility.
Oozing with oomph, teachers confess to poor job satisfaction on children’s day.
Yawning cheerfully in the flattery of desperate eyes of lewd onlookers
Siberian cranes begin another day…
Believe it or not,
Renunciation lives happily in the missing gentials of civilizations
And Love is permanently domiciled in strange cavities of desire.