Medium for Poetry

New Year Blues…

I woke up to a ‘new’ year to find
everything around me reeking of sweat from the ‘old’
On my first trip down the street the sun’s rays were no less harsher
Ah, may be it all changes by the first sunset, I consoled myself
And waited for the sun down
Alas, the moon too looked jaded and familiar
Much…

May the best password win! : Living in the age of passwords

Once upon a time it used to ‘survival of the fittest’.

These days it is the survival of the toughest passwords

Delusions of an insomniac morning

Inert, the Gulmohur blooms are.
Delusions of an insomniac morning.
The clouds part to let my…

Cliche

It doesn’t rain here.
It doesn’t even rain inside.
We wait, we keep on waiting.
Clouds come, and they go too.
We have taught ourselves not to be…

Pheia, Aksum, Cappadocia and the Mauryas

The wind doesn’t tell me anything.
Doesn’t whisper in my ears, tales of the distant past…

And When I Awoke, The Whole World Had Been Made New

VIII

Schism

I lingered in a raw wound rent through civilization, between the churches preaching these flavors of emptiness to our era. I could not see the…

Duals

A poem from my upcoming collection entitled, “Unoriginal Prayers from Desperate Men” 

Yusuf Misdaq

partridges

advice for a poet

i think that’s 
supposed 
to happen
at least once 
to people:

giving your heart away
and then have everything
come crashing down
with nothing there to
catch you or the…