Sorghum

simply veg

I love the roads
The potholed ones
Reflections all upside down
The world above
Now beneath my feet

Tere uthne ya
na uthne ka
sawaal nahi hai
subah agar honi hai
to hogi hi

Utopian Myopia

Miles of pain chase from front
In my rearview frame of mind
The parallax of your silence said
A sandclock locked in the anti-gravity globes of your eyes

Contemplation

He looked at his watch twice.
2nd time in 10 minutes.
36th drag of his 3rd cigarette.
Glanced sideways into the gathering
storm.
He still contemplates the sun.
Whether you'll reach,
before the damage is done.

Neel

No one
Never
Nothing for me no more.