Universe uncertain temporary
impermanent pulsating aorta purple
Irises grave winter saffron morning
summer stream autumn night sky blue
gray black menacing thundering bellowing
thud rumble boom crack rain
white brown yellow snow petals
virus human blood cells capillaries
venules veins arteries arterioles
mal nutrition melancholy women
eyes rivers lips breasts eggs translucent
tranparent temporary uncertain Universe
(Translated from Arzoo Lakhnawi)
in his lungs.
Monkeying and jumping.
Do you know our friend
Cancer, they asked.
How pragmatic he can be!
Spreading so effectively,
Tilting the healthy axis
till the body's blood
The postules, topographic.
Such a fine landscape !
Bacteria played in his lungs
Fertile grounds for their sons
The son's swam in bronchial reefs.
Beating each other with bamboo sticks.
Bacteria played in his lungs.
How they seduced that poor
Blurred the light from soul.
Plucking and cutting at the
Bacteria played in his lungs.
Their language used a secret grammar.
Their occult rituals, hardly chaste.
Poof! their goes the body
combusted and charred
Success tastes so sweet.
Bacteria played in his lungs.
A Quatrain in Time
I have seen this world from a beggar's eye.
It is Motel 9 on the 605
I've seen each thing being born and wasted.
Old lamps for new
shouted the Jinn.
I sat at the curb
and recalled how life once
The screen glared
and the cursor blinked.
Jelly beans bounced and
clicked as I typed.
My fingers itched,
my toes wiggled.
My hands shook
and I could hear, hear
my heart thumping.
It was freezing outside,
and here I was sweating
like a Bombay rickshaw walla.
House of horrors, and
tunnel of terror. I was swallowed
by the open screen.
I took a deep breath, and
I reasoned. I had just enough time
and it was just midnight.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Bong, bong, bong.
Three A.M. and all I had
was the title. I beamed at
the font, tasty as cotton
candy. I wondered if I'd
get credit for it.
I blinded my screen, and
went to bed.
For the first time in life
I got a glimpse of the real
What is DNA?
Twisting, turning, gyrating, creating
Adenine, Guanine, Cytosine, Thymine
Breathing, heaving, panting, sighing
Lifeless alphabets, lifeless atoms
Bonding, breaking, forming, dying...
Giggling, wiggling, undulating,
Five prime, three prime, three prime, five
Antiparallel symmetry, beauty, mystery.
Lattice forming, Sierpinski computing
Error generating, maddening, depressing,
Frustrating, exciting, surprising.
A, F, M'ing, tip engaging,
picture taking, pattern hunting,
Nature hiding, smiling, enticing.
March 12: I died, when I was 26.
Lost Translations between friends,
three ghostly beads, interrupted
between 1:00 am, 2:00 and 3:45.
Black toe nails, two, on either foot,
standing underneath a canopy, of
butterscotch flavored hair.
One small, red artery, perched
between two turquoise stones.
are pushing a huge stone up my esophagus
to shatter my skull and lodge in my eye sockets.
The shards pour out.
ripping two chests, tearing two hearts,
Hurtful mornings, periwinkle-colored
plastic glasses, with condensing
refrigerator waters. Evenings, untying
Yellow writing pad, decorated with,
permanent black ink.
Translations lost between friends.
This Heart is Mine
This heart is mine
With superior and
Inferior vena cava.
This oxygenated blood
Each ferrous ion
that is mine.
in reverberating nights.
Ruptured cell membranes
Extinguishing sparks of life
within countless cells
This life was mine.
Glasses two, one bottle of wine
Shared between two lonely souls.
Heart broken crossroads and
Unhealthy tortilla chips.
Red, sorrowful salsa served in a
Bowl of cermaric sapphire.
Memories exchanged, laughs had,
Tears tasted, hearts aligned.
The plane soars through murky marine layer.
Blonde stewardess, her religion,
from a gold chain. Her badge pinned
against her red, white and blue.
The steep gradient quickly adding,
thousands of feet of space
between you and me.
Reminding me of
the kiss that landed on your forehead.
The one that made you uncomfortable
The kiss that later found your red scar
hidden underneath your right cheek.
The one that made you uncomfortable
Your black and green striped socks
reminding me of the Riddler
The comic books that confuse me now.
My palms resting in your feet.
The valleys between your toes, and
their odor, emanating, wafting,
like cookie flavored incense sticks,
mixed with stinky sweat.
Teasing my olfactory nerves.
Our mutual affection broken by shouting
The night that enveloped you around my arms.
The darkness growing steadily around us.
Interrupted by a conscious stream of
Your skin stuck
to my pillow.
My hips underneath your legs.
My legs trying to cut across
the deep ravine formed between
I soar calmly in stratospheric layers
while the pilot announces,
"We hope that you have a comfortable
Sitting in an Ikea arm chair
I look through two ends
of a Starbucks window pane.
Transdimensional portals are
Teleporting me back and forth.
The oscillations broken by
words slapped across
my face by
My searing flesh, fluttering
leaving an impressionable
scar, permanent, everlasting.
Running through my face
and sitting in suspended animation.
An arrow head, pinching, puncturing,
the tear ducts of my eyes.
The flooding waters in some
forgotten Moses story.
Ripples finally settling
She undissolves through
Tele-wires that protrude, penetrate,
An unsolvable chaotic equation.
Phone pictures create a sandy unreality.
All this while I sit
in an Ikea arm chair
cup of caffeinated romance.
I am in a car seat
with the clogged LA evening air
And it doesn't bother me.
Your pink smile cruises
On our way to tabla music,
takes us past colorful, electrical lights.
takes us past each other.
Meatloaf zinfandel, mixes
with blue-black body sores
that you create with your
Heart sores that I plant
with my beautiful key strokes.
Tear ducts blossom
in open crevices of a
closed time circuit.
Open air lemon-drop martinis,
In spider places.
Midnight eating binges.
Back and forth on the 110.
Groggy traffic mornings,
Evenings filled with anticipation.
electrical Chanukkah candles,
on a vintage credenza,
stand balanced and poised,
among chants of
anciet Hebrew prayers.
Reminding us of evils past
of miracles transcendental.
Your LAX baggage sits enclosed.
The trunk of my car rattles,
as we make our way in silence
through a blurry, foggy, dark,
Your sinewy silhouette
passes through a red door,
perched atop the jagged back
of Los Angeles.
How I wished I could sit
like the wooden bowl of
corkscrew pasta, mingled
wtih peppered chicken,
How I wished you to be
a glass of pinot, fleeting,
We look for coconut filling
in a box of See's candy.
Ellington turn table
spins and filters
magic numbers through
the afternoon air.
unravels like the delicate
thread of a pashmina shawl
into a morning wednesday
You leave uninformed,
like the silent wake
of an east-bound front.
Three months of dinners
trivialized into a final exchange
of a richly embroidered green
pashmina shawl and a maroon scarf.
Three wet and creamy months
end with a walk in a dungeonesque
cigarette stained smokey corridor,
where I leave fleshy bits of
palpitating cardiac muscles,
drenched in salt waters
of the Dead Sea.
I swallow my pride.
I swallow my organs and leave both
at your doorstep.
I become the graceful gestures
of a Mombasa drummer,
beating hollow tree trunks
You push me within and without
trapped like the spicy flavors
of a lamb Ossabuca,
that you serve your friends,
on a cranberry flavored night
where you descend and devour
red fleshy strands, with
one leg on each side,
with each hand by my ear,
with my hands on your breasts,
till the juices melt
on our tongues.
My pink-striped un-ironed shirt,
buttoned, ruffled collar, creases
some deep, some light
remind me of a network of canals
dug above and beneath a Martian landscape.
My sleeves rolled up
with pockets of space
that I wish I could sketch
with chunky black vine charcoal.
My trembling, iron-skillet fingers
undo the sleeves, unbutton
my shirt and one breaks, and falls.
A gaping hole in the middle
that no masterful tucking can hide.
With a needle between your index and thumb
and ivory thread in another,
with four strokes and a knot,
I walk with a beaming smile.
Amidst a kaleidoscope of glasses.
In between green mint leaves
I see you floating between two icebergs.
The sky's a collage of colorful long-tailed kites.
swerving and competing for a small piece of
The white petals of cherry blossoms fall and rest
on green blades of grass,
that stand upright, poised with pride.
Somewhere a Narcissus-covered earth
mustard-colored, smelling of lotus leaves
seduces the orange and
blue-bodied gossamer wings of a
And when the light shifts, I see diamonds
spreading across the silken webs
that entangle the teal-colored rubber leaves
of the vines of a lilac morning glory.
In a gathering of skin that flows like gold,
hair that whispers gently,
eyes that speak softly,
my ears want to see you behind the smile.
My heart wants to peel the blood-red layers
off of yours.
Beneath the humble backs of apple trees,
towards the edge of the farthest chestnut branches,
resting underneath the shadow of black plums,
and under the spell of a Kashmiri jade-sky,
I close, finally.
A Word Game
You erupted out of a piece of glass shard
Soaring above white cotton-candy clouds
The foreground emerges like a specter.
It colors itself and after a while
The contents of a locked heart
float above Earth, like bubbles
blown with some lip-flirtation
Rising up and above into empty space.
Isn't the heart asymmetric,
scrambling my mind into scrambled eggs,
as I anticipate your next move?
As you rotate your hips
and shift your canvas
in halftones, in fulltones,
in tones that seem complicated,
I can't help, but pull inwards
and ask myself how mindlessly,
I accelerated my heart into oblivion.
I dared and tried,
to enjoy your collection,
of beautiful, paintings which were
on the one hand lumpy, and on the other
seemed to give birth to a vast array of
They magnified an infinite horizon of
infinite, multiple dots,
all connected in a delicate grid,
all balanced and full of passion.
These overlapping shapes, spilling
with sin-laden cognition,
draw attractive symbols,
cluttered with trashy, invertible
intuitive surfaces on a piece of
Perhaps in hindsight, all of love and life
is a collage of irreversible
mixture of colors.
You are a comet, and you
are unlike planets and stars,
unlike the center of bright
unlike the light-year-length of
shooting X-ray filaments,
unlike the center of Einsteinian
Your orbit is an elongated oval,
and shoots out
eccentrically out of this galactic plane.
You appear after eons
and I deflate.
I see your icicle-like
ionized tail, curved, dazzling.
You paint the night
sky with a Crayola magic marker.
And I ask myself how can this be?
A blonde wisp of your tail
scathes my chest,
and my hair burns organically.
and I lie scarred,
like cracks on the hard surface
of a red pomegranate.
Your speed breaks sound barriers,
and leaves sonic cones,
You etch arcs across a
van Gogh studded night-sky.
In your stony crevices,
time stands still.
And yet isn’t all of space-time,