What I wear hardly anyone wears
I am a sartorialist ...
caught in a mystical
snare monks enter
where angels fear
to dare ..I am a
hybrid of all religions
I shoot pain poetry
pathos I bare ,,,
I am here just now
but I could be anywhere
They also serve who only
stand and stare ,,,God created
me in my mothers womb..
I learnt later I was the blessings
of her prayer ..
Am I a Hindu or a Muslim
does it matter who cares
I am an optical illusion ..
A Shia A Sufi A Whirling
Derves An Aghori...
Luckily I am not you
I am what I am in
my poets lair ,,,
I see Clint Eastwood
Everytime I see an empty
chair ,,,
God made man
in diichotomous ecstacy
common and very rare ..
death that hides within the
bushes of my soul is gasping
for air ,,,,death and life two
uncompromising pair
I shoot what others dont shoot
generously I share ....
seminal soliloquy
accidentally ensnared