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The lens that brings light to my eyes dims and distorts most of it. Yet my eyes are all I have for seeking the few oases of truth that melt into mirages.

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2017/07/the-lens-that-brings-light-to-my-eyes.html

I stand in the middle of everywhere and nowhere, with my feet rooted frozen to the point where all paths meet. My mind is in a whirl. like a kite cut loose being buffeted by gusts of upheaval, go...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2017/03/everywhere-and-nowhere.html

My eyes can see only so far; they look so ahead that they can't follow the earth's curvature to its very end. My ears can hear only so much; they listen so little that they can't comprehend the l...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-limitations-of-my-senses.html

A cloud just drifted over the moon, and you were just here- now you're gone too soon.

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2016/12/a-cloud-just-drifted-over-moon-and-you.html

Nothing will happen till you cease to rest against the bulwark of crumbling glory. Nothing will happen when you look above, for a call from the muse you'd long left behind, in rusty abandon. Noth...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2016/11/note-to-self.html

To you who sits serenely on her chariot, thronged by hordes of mad devotees; to you whose brilliance bursts through burnished bronze  never quite buried under layers of silk and fragrant gar...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2015/09/the-idol-makers-prayer.html

All that glitters is not gold. All that's gold does not glitter.

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2015/04/all-that-glitters-is-not-gold.html

When i have nothing to do i hate to have nothing to do; and when i have something to do i hate to have something to do. Whether to do or not to do, tell me folks, what should i do?

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2014/06/when-i-have-nothing-to-do-i-hate-having.html

When will this dense deluge abate? Has time locked up this instant of gloom and thrown away its key to freeze my fate? Clouds of foul moods as dark as doom come with gusts of tempestuous tempers ...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2014/05/my-first-sonnet-minus-meter.html

This is a poem that describes the sad plight of many Indian women who are thrust into the marriage market. I wrote this from the point of view of a mother-in-law. Please bear in mind that i don't...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2014/04/a-suitable-girl-for-my-son.html

Wipe your slate clean off all the world has written on it. Wipe off every single prejudice that history and culture have conspired to blinker you with. Wipe off all you've been made to like and d...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2014/04/wipe-your-slate-clean.html

Think, write, scratch go on go on go on go scratch, write, think.

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2014/04/pallindrome.html

He tunes his piano She ties her pointés. He sits on his stool She takes center-stage. He plays the opening note The spotlight flashes on her. He can only hear the crowd's loud cheers She can onl...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-pianist-and-ballerina.html

You can piss on my feelings all you want; and get away with it. You're a giant and i'm a peashooter. You're friendly popular tried tested and trusted. (Or so it seems.) I'm the caustic irreverent...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2014/02/addressed-to-no-one-anyone-knows-of.html

I'm scared of falling in love. I'm scared of surrendering my whole soul to the most powerful illusion that ever fools man. For me falling in love would be seeing a mirage of an oasis upon the des...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2014/02/im-scared-of-falling-in-love.html

I've tried to describe the Jain ritual of Sallekhana, which is fasting to death. The vow of sallekhana is taken when one feels that one's life has served its purpose; when one has no wishes/...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2014/02/sallekhana.html

It is a starving animal. It's mean angry and scary when lean with hunger. Purity of purpose has sharpened its senses. No smell or sight or sound can hijack its attention away from prey. Even when...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2014/01/predator.html

The colour of your skin is a function of sunlight and genes. It serves to protect you from the harshest rays of the sun. The contours of your body are a map of your homeland. They tell the tale o...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2014/01/poets-united-mid-week-motif-equality.html

In the coldest corners of our world on the longest darkest winter nights Celestial flames lick the sky in twirls.  Fiery red and green dance violent whirls  against velvet black backdro...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2014/01/aurora-alliterative-australis.html

Let my words and my words alone be all you need to know of me. Let only the distilled essence of my purest thoughts spread fragrance till where it can in this vast world. The rest of my existence...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2013/12/let-my-words-and-my-words-alone-be-all.html

“ What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against w...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2013/12/a-bad-villanelle.html

When the root of all my torments is laid bare Desire is seen to be the Devil's Snare. Of where i'm being led why should i care as temptations lure me to the Devil's snare? Passion's seed becomes ...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2013/11/an-attempt-at-ghazal-devils-snare.html

Why should i circle through lives while you hurl hurdles at me? Why should pain be a constant companion in my tormented journey through the planes of this universe? Why should i be stuck in etern...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2013/11/what-is-all-this-about.html

Oh God! Blessed am i for you have planted the seed of my deliverance. You have been the gossamer spirit behind every breath of life that gives a body to my soul. I'm just a scattered part of your...

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2013/10/oh-god-blessed-am-i-for-you-have.html

The unwanted lie fallen where they are, looted of life and rejected by Death.

https://poetry-madhumakhi.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-unwanted_30.html