1

ALLERGIES

the barber sees

a potential customer

in me but it happened

the tense faces

after the long sun walk

fagot in the car

carnival shorts:

carefully hide drying faded vests

in the balcony

rampage

windy afternoon rain

allergies again

two

WHO CARES?

Death hides in the body

But who cares? it is dark

living on the edge

looking for space in the swamp

everyone talks about the sun

swelling in the sky

and close your eyes to the spider

rotating waves on the ceiling

Alone, but who cares?

suspicion and distance

like lovers pretend

leave but stay longer

distributing luxuries

showing generosity

at the luxurious table of the heart

waiting to welcome the guest

3

MIRAGE

They say my birth was a heavenly event:

Here I am suffering third-rate villains

who build walls to stop the cars

from Merkaba: angels fume but who cares

heaven is a mirage in the human zoo

4

NEW YEAR

The dates in the calendar question.

all my deeds undone

and memories that haunt or fade

in the night nakedness

stumbling into the morning sun

no celebration

to january 63 boos

my degenerate sex

a quiet itch: mantra and mirror

Quiet god and dry petals

5

BEAM OF LIGHT

End of August:

cloudy midnight, sneeze

restless in bed

all negative vibes

well up the mind

the jackals scream outside

I read Hsu Chicheng

by a ray of light

6

I CAN LIVE

I have survived

winter allergies

and depressing rains

in a human zoo

I can live

my retirement too

without pension and medicine:

the wheelchair is not scary

I can live

neglected and unknown

survive a broken home

the number of arms

the pain in the neck

and inflation too

7

I SEE THE STORY PARALYZED

The wrinkled fingers of time

trivialize sun and snow

in a crooked land

I see history paralyzed

with midnight dyspnea

the green umbrella

disaster host:

the avalanche waits on his shoulders

the wound opens

8

ALIVE OR DEAD

my shrunken body

even if i donate

what’s for research:

devil in the spine

abuse the tongue in the dream

golden bleeding anus

defy all sentences

in bed or in the temple

the same heresy

festering and stinking

onanist excursion

alive or dead

9

CLAY DREAMS

they make my face

ugly in my own sight

What am I going to see in the mirror?

there is no beauty

gold holiness left

in the naked nation:

the streams flow dark

and the door hinges groan

corruption policy

I cry for their names

and the faces they face

with dreams of mud

10

SANGAM

The crack in the sky

it’s not the pink neckline

violate the body

not even the beast is free

to escape the bloody river

that reflects stony anger

in doggy style

everyone awaits their reward

to bury the noise

sunny fire wheel

in frozen passion

become beggars all

seeking warmth with ash-smeared sadhus

at the roadside tea stall

whistle and wash away the sins

in confused sangam

With a privileged few they rise high

but I’m glad to crawl on the ground

my roots do not wave in the air

eleven

WHY QUESTION

If hand can meet hand

and hugging is not a sin

yes kisses lip to lip

golden hugs from cheek to cheek

it is not forbidden

why do they ask

meeting of thighs or breasts:

divine in action

It’s Spring; the love of the body

desire to flourish with the soul

12

QUAIL DREAMS

I have lived 23000 days

waiting for a day that could become

day of god in eden, earth or within

or even my grandson’s smile

on his first day in mom’s arms

now i feel like an empty boat

in a calm river

and tremble with quail dreams

13

HERE AND NOW

the body is precious

a vehicle to awaken

treat it with care, said buddha

I love your stillness

beauty and holiness

here and now

immerse yourself in its calm

hear the whisper in everything

its ebbs and flows

erect, penetrate

the edge of life and loss

return to wholeness

14

THEY ALSO KNOW

the flowers do not bloom

in homage to

builders apathy

the trees are dying

they too know they will be shot down

or the heat will kill

the cement rises

calamity will also rise

no one speaks of the ruins they bring

fifteen

WEIRD

I don’t know where he lived

in my previous existence

but hell i breathed

for three decades here

my soul did not fit:

I’m still a stranger

to them and to the cold walls

that blow out the candles

in my home without a roof

sixteen

INDIFFERENCE

being good

couldn’t let me know

something better

I was harmless

they sold my name

and it became

what i couldn’t

in the middle of daylight

I faded like faces

from the voter list

no difference

who wins

or who loses

17

I ALSO DESCENT

Some cool bones and designer dress.

distorted hopes, cataract vision

almost nothing better the faces of the body

and if there is a soul, the soul hears

the map guides the midnight of the mind

but fate is different

disappointment is courage

they know the end of the journey

and get off when the train stops

I also descend

18

ECHO HAUNT

sleepy roads

with or without light

rip the sky

I look at the murmur

in the misty dark

midnight tao

quiet empty:

breathing deceptive cold

the echoes chase

19

EARTHQUAKES IN ELEMENTS

She trusts her reading of my horoscope.

and predicts a comfortable future

even as i know my toothache

now it means the fall of my teeth

and anal bleeding means safe surgery

my dying libido is so uncomfortable

like the dream of humans sleeping on the roof:

I am amused by his flattened and bare back

Who knows who will fall first?

before waking up I try to measure the selvage

of restless lines, moon, saturn and venus

plotting new challenges

for the tremors in my elements

it’s already mid november

and the tips of bronchial allergy

talk about the incarceration cycle

her moving lips are not soporific

twenty

DELICIOUS NUDE

the divine coiled

renew eternity

in body cells

fed on sensual sweetness

and the smallness of the moment

for years carnal reign

It seemed the glow of the spirit

in the deep well

now suddenly the itch comes on

to heaven’s naked delight

twenty-one

LET’S STAY

Before the ripe bananas

let’s meet at least once

lest the fog extinguish the passion

let’s water our love

the sun is bright this morning

and the night promises

let’s meet and thaw winter

of years, drink some wine

restore the warmth of faith and hope

and heal the gaps

without black glasses to see

let’s meet at least once

22

DRY VISION

crying eyes

with sparks and lightning

dry vision

caged existence

seek liberation

muttering old prayers

23

PUNCTURE OF THE SEASON

unpruned roses

and unknown herbs

make me aware

of the void

the sunset sounds in his room

she search

his shadow in

the crescent moon

I feel the prick of the season

24

DEGENERATION

When the gods are out to teach me a lesson

Where to go to pray or find relief?

my prophet friends predict every day well

and the future fulfilled, palmists find

the sun, saturn, venus and hostile rahu:

they look for money for rituals, stones or mantras

While God gives us the best of life for free

I cannot change man or nature, or karmas

now or tomorrow everyone is excited

in the maze of convenience and curse

stars, luck, fate or life before and after

degenerating mind, body, thought and divinity

25

CRACKS

The cracks in the parapet

have widened for the peepal

stay green for once

the rains also want us to get soaked

our heads and feel one

with fresh wind

in a dark corner

get rid of fears and enjoy love

26

BUGGING

Every night a challenge:

suffocating restlessness

noise of insomniac spirits

sexual starvation

anal period

gloomy subconscious

conspire behind closed eyes

absent healing and

miracles of wish

the clueless sun rises

bothering time and life

27

NEIGHBOUR

With outline mind

and cunning heart

loud and rebellious

a professional loser

perfume the room

with flattering lips

and a preacher gets lost

to the revolution

28

PARTY

Because I had no STD code to dial Heaven

I walked towards hell measuring happiness

in lines buried in the palms and the shrunken head:

I couldn’t know when love sifted and sank

like a vacation boat

29

YOU CAN’T SMELL ME

In the poems I write

You can read my mind

I even know when I’m blue

before the mirror

when i’m in the dark

you can’t smell me

not even words will comfort

in december cold

when alone by candlelight

empty coffee cups

ridicule the syllables

I go around to do haiku

my hair in the air

reveal baldness:

jerking off without a heel

30

I TALK ALONE IN BED

after a day of work

they lie in a heap of sand

at the base of

a new shopping complex

slowly rising to the side

like the waves on Nellore beach

that broke before cleaning

my name in the sand

I take a snap at sunset:

they play with plastic bottles in the water

or eat fried fish in the cabins

They warn me not to put it on Facebook.

she hates my face

I am not allowed to speak

to the drug addict picked up

from the front steps of

Apartments Varsha

his dad asks

if there is law in the country

only a stray dog ​​wags its tail

I wheeze and take a puff of seroflo

and i wonder if i should visit

Nimhans and get checked

to manage my dream

she asks why i think of bangalore

for the treatment of all my food

and takes me to Bannerghatta Zoo

for animal observation.