Saturday, February 18, 2012

Eerie Glory

It is a face,
Reluctantly holding out
In the wake of the doom within.

That the secret insight it guards
Be hunted
With fingers and lips and tongue.

Of the doom
That comes with it.

Resisting this face
Is a hard feat.
Getting doomed
In its eerie glory,
Is easier.

© Rasagya Kabra, February 18, 2012

Wednesday, February 8, 2012


I want to apologize
To that girl,
For turning her inside
Into a deep dark jungle.

I can see her shoulders shrug,
Hear her laughter echo,
Her walk beat against my memory.

I know you deserved better,
I want to tell her.

I want to touch
The sparkle in her eyes,
Feel it in my veins,
In my blood,
And hold onto it.

I’m  so sorry, I want to say,
And cup her face in my hands.

If she doesn’t run away from me,
That girl in the picture,
I want to smile at her
And tell her
That all isn’t lost,
That all can never be lost
So long as one is alive.

© Rasagya Kabra, February 8, 2012

"I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?" ~ Ernest Hemingway

Thursday, February 2, 2012

What have you told them?

I can feel their eyes on me.
Eyes, that know.

Who are these people?
What have you told them?
How do they know?

Each day,
In familiar alleys,
These alien eyes judge me.

I know the texture of that glance.
The glance that sizes me up,
Compares me to a newfound standard,
And then, sometimes,
Tries to nudge me.

Once, a woman,
You know which one,
Walked across a whole goddamned lawn
To see who I was.

What am I?
An endangered animal?
A dangerous animal?
A dangerous endangered animal?
And what have I done to be exhibited so?

You know,
I’ve never hated you,
Not even remotely,
Just don’t make me feel
That we could never have been on the same side,
Because that,
Is not true.

© Rasagya Kabra, February 2, 2012