Flyaway

In memory, of the child

who bounced the ball into the field

and though he searched, he realized it would never return.

While the grass and the earth choked it

the child stopped and turned away for ever.

He moved on — It remained.

Self Cycle Reset

The greatest consequence

a lost soul must conquer

is who he has become.

This terrifying notion

keeps me awake all night

til I forget with untroubled sleep.

And I wake up

some three months later

forgetting that I ever existed.

Cloud Walker

I dance only with colours

but the world's all black and white;

I laugh a lot in dreams,

but I can't say that of real life.

So I dwell on the threshold

of phantasmagorial bliss—

noctambulating my nepheloid nights

with feet rooted in the sun's kiss

Undue Residue

A simulated resonance

echoing in my

ribs.

A wind chime rusting

in a disintegrating

space.

A crow pecking negatives

in the saran-wrapped

sewage—

I leak

and we

drown.

Jalapeño

This morning,

out of boredom more than hunger,

I looked into the cupboard

to find a jar of jalapeños.

Let us not get into the argument

of whether they should be stored

in the cupboard or fridge;

they were unopened

and so warranted no need to be refrigerated

whatever your preference.

Anyway, this inviting jar was labeled

hot and sweet,

and it made me wonder

if I would ever have a jar of jalapeños

to call my own.