The Dacoit




Silence prevailed like a veil of black silk upon the sky

Dark and soft, it nailed its claws and

Buried its fangs into the heart

Of gurgles, mirth

Gods and goblets.


Far too long back

Emeralds to rubies

Rubies to grass.

As the nemesis flames

Danced and ate upon

What was once




Lulling waves,

Like dying embers on


A wait too restless for

The paramour

He said he was.

An armed shadow

Climbed the forts,


Thousand men tall

Fewer men fat.

Dagger of hate,

Hidden in his

Cloak of plans.

Tonight he will plunge into

The treasure,

Of flesh ,

Wet flesh ,

Salt and sour,

Human and heart.

Red brine

To combine for

The victories once

Of his long lost land.


And there she waited

Naked bosom

Cascades of raven hair

To clothe alone

The womb that trusted

The rump of a

Thousand desires.

Blind to the dagger

Blind to the words

Blinder to the lust

Seething with ire

Of the man

From a long lost land.



Let’s ravish


Let’s dance.


Let’s try



Let’s cry.


Let’s drink


Let’s kill.



Let’s live.

For all that we had lost and

Thought we had won.


Across the mountains

Of shadows and lies,

Rivers slumbered by

Dreams and silent sighs.

A scream.

Froze the azure night


The moonlit lakes

Withered in their bellies.

When the steel

Cold as his love

Sharp as the man.

Impaled the ivory

Beneath her heart.




Secret Temples for Unacceptable Gods



Glitters, glazes and lights of

A paralysed mind and fingers to scribble

Over thoughts of the winds

wafting away and away

Miles and  miles

Chemical peace

Salt water burns

To numb of clocks ticking

For long into

Permanency ephemeral

Bile in the gut

That tastes of iron in the mouth

Iron to encase the heart

Yes the shield

It creeps through the veins

Of the inimical thoughts

Desperate to sleep

Tired, eyes wide shut

Of grief

Of grief

Of grief

That was uninvited

Unwelcomed , you Kafka’s bug

If you were sublime

I’d sleep with you

In a liplock forever

But she spread her veils

And dug her claws

Into my own

with love and more

on her red wine lips

And I drank to thee

Some venom it was

Venom I collected from the snake in my


And the goblets , those goblets

They held brine and sweat

Of centuries of fate

Into oblivion we, I passed

Into glory of solitary

A single piece of peace,

I ebbed , I ebbed

Of what I held to

And swam the waves of giant deluges

sometimes to be let carried into their

Little deep trenches

Beneath , dark and endless.

Soul flying in soulless.

Ruins of the

Gardens of our hearts.