A solitary goat herder and his flock and near-perfect views of the sweeping hillscape and the Dead Sea: we were climbing up to the ruins of the fortress of Machaerus — ancient…
Part 40 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing” is a switch-back prose-poem. Read it here.
I pluck flowers from that painting every time
emptiness shapes itself into a room, into a bed,
into a voice. I hide them…
A poem from April 2019 that I have included as Part 39.1 in the series: A story in many unequal parts, some missing. Perhaps inspired by Vincent van Gogh’s ‘Almond Blossom’. Read the whole poem here.
Everything needs a name. As if to acknowledge the seen,
the felt, the dreamt, as they are, as the naked skin of a
sky without…
Dropped Part 39 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. Read the whole poem here.
I want to argue for
the incomplete,
the fraction where…
Interlude 30… this journey has become so long! Today, A poem from April 2017 that I have placed as Part 38.1 in the series: A story in many unequal parts, some missing. Read the whole poem here.
on the old silk route
dervishes whirl
in a caravanserai…
Part 38 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing” is up. Read the whole poem here. This one comes from Turkey and is written as a series of micropoems using the Cherita form.
the way it works, or doesn’t,
one piece of evidence points to another, on and on, even as the search
changes and the seeker
becomes…
A poem from September 2018 that I am including as Part 28.1 in the series: A story in many unequal parts, some missing. Read the whole poem here.
you flaunt your happiness:
don’t you comprehend this life
this magnificent randomness
this abstract clarity
this unbearable light of possibility
so much, yet nothing, too much,
that fits in your palm
just as you fit in its eyes
if you have not failed
to understand the infinite bigness
of your being
if you think you are happy
with a little, with all, with little,
if you don’t hurt and bleed
with not knowing
with not having
with not disappearing into the dark
if that passion does not burn you every night
if that impossibility does not kill you
every morning
if you think you know the reason
if you think you cannot know the reason
and still you say you are happy
with a half-moon, with one star, with
twilight,
then think how much better
is the sorrow of the seeker
who knows he cannot know
who knows he cannot get
who dies again and again
who wants again and again
and yet.
(Magnificent Randomness- Image created by Craiyon AI Art Generator)
For three days I waited. Up in Ladakh, on the first day,
the altitude grabs your insides and pummels your head,
tearing you from…
So I dropped Part 37 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. Read the whole poem here. The travel theme persists with a little rumination in Ladakh.
It’s supposed to be a book, a story, but I wish I could start with
a poem instead, there’s something about leaving things half
said, something about a handful…
Sharing a poem from July 2018, with the series: A story in many unequal parts, some missing. This falls in as Part 0 of the series, a prescient foreword of sorts. Read the whole poem here. Yes, it is about a crow!
All those things that I could never say, growing
like fangs, slashing lips and cheeks till the mouth
is a wound that no word can slip…
Part 36 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing” today. Read the whole poem here. There are so many memories associated with train journeys that they become metaphors for so many other things as life goes on!!
THOUGHT PURGE 