When there is no tomorrow

So the prompt was to have a tagline as the title of the poem. I chose the FedEx tagline; I think the poem itself sounds a bit like Rudyard Kipling's If. What do you think? When there is no tomorrow When there is no tomorrow and when yesterday does not push itself like an envelope … Continue reading When there is no tomorrow


What if?

Noticed a lot of the poems - some of  mine too - I read these days has activist tones. This goes out to several poets, myself included. I wonder how poetry would thrive if the spikes of suffering, of sadness had been flattened out. How many would write about the magic in an orange moon as it … Continue reading What if?

No room here

The ghost that twists in the basement is a remnant of me. My fears have fed him over the years, giving shape to his collar bone adding flesh to his thighs. Every road that I have yearned to take and refused to venture on has given fodder to this ghost. A few years ago, I … Continue reading No room here


How many things can you call dirty? Is dirty the quivering of bodies when they make love without the consent of the hundreds whose homes are as warm as a bucket of ice cubes? Is dirty the act of seeking love on your own terms? Is dirty the act of avoiding a four-legged prison with … Continue reading Dirty