Poems 6

Nebuchadnezzar was King

Of Mesopotamia

His talons grew

And he dreamed dreams of fallen empires

Those days when dreams were caught

And naked bound and questioned

With hot lights in their eyes like police cells

They were not allowed escape nor

Treated as vaporous falsehoods

And empty rainless cloud

Or were dreams respected and invited in like friends

Whose hands were held to lead the caravans across deserts

And across forests the elephants.

Dreams today make madness engulf the civil world

Ignored, scoffed, derided,

emerge in delirious forms

With gnarled hands and feet

Nocturnal beasts

With hairy arms

Creeping along the highways

Searching prey

Poems 5

Summer

When the coffee is brewed

Sometimes the fragrance is carried away by mischievous zephyrs

A great weight

Sits upon us

Like a monitor

In a suspended moment

Yellow eyes waiting to swiftly slide sideways

Crusty leaves in hot devils brew

Small twists of wind

Collapse

Into a fleeting lull

Summer approaches

Poems 4

Home

In a home

There must be recesses

into which one can withdraw

small places bearing not many things

but friendly things

like a mother’s kumkum box

or a stool where grandfather sits at times

or a tree peeping into a window

and when no one’s looking

I can be there