The tiger
With all his might
Looks inside
Category: Poem
Monsoon drive
Does the sunset lingering
The waterfall roaring
Make your first journey?
Pater Noster
A faint yellow rose
Waving as I pass
In the early dawn
Don’t cry insects
If you meet
Snoring gray clouds
Deep in the air
Is the paintbrush
Of this slow river
Lady of the West
mournful squall
sinking into the pebbles
on the riverbed
the moon
under flying dragonflies
even my footprints
are long gone
Muted Hesiod
A kite string has pulled against my palm
The singing call over the Ruby Red above
A misty sprawl shaped cotton cloud
The festival of unknown Psalms
Young leaves over where blood freely flowed
Thieves on the high-road
A broken grasp shaped of bronze
The free hand now an ode
Wake up wake up!
Insomnia, yet
The moonlight caught
Another dream floating
Facing up
Morning cold
Water drops
on burning rocks
early morning
your fingerprints
painted with night rain
Night drive
Thunder overnight
Left out as I drive
The slickness of tar
Lost to sight
Heart and Mind
Among the leaves
Road through the mountains
A hidden sunset
Among embracing trees
A countdown
To a simple blossom
Under nightfall
The glistening world
A fishbowl
Sol Invictus
Was there ever a summer day
So dry and etched in sunlight
That it made you want to rip away
The doors and windows off their hinges
A day so cool under the green canopy
The road sides bursting with wild flowers
That you felt like breaking ever glass tower
Freeing their prisoners so they could go out
Arms shading their eyes turned to the blue and white
Squinting under the unconquered Sun
Looking down
up the rusty stair-rails
out under the blue
gazing at clouds
the fields of dusty roofs
Rijul Ballal 