Three, Godspeed

Theatre of newborn cots

Bitten tongue

Quadrant moon

Brass shells

Roundhouse swing, boyish

Interval seats occupied

Paying one’s owing

Off of one’s back

Pathless path, trapdoor laden

Rather busy doing nothing

Empire tainted, A Tone

Meant for panels, reflective

Columns, projections/releases

Hermit, negotiating war within selves

Hawk eyed mentor, unwilling

Holy atheist

The power of language

Washing the Constipated, Clouding

Do you know their name?

Impressionable…..

       human

Bloodless birth

Monsoon death

A future of one’s sowing

String pyramid, salted

Tailor made, spun threads

Jasmine scented gunpowder

I’ll tell you a secret, son

All of us are ordinary

Throughout all the lens of

History….Comedy, Tragedy

Cruelty

Look for the phrase of non violence

Chasing round the final channels

Let this be your signal telephone

Let the sleep take you