Dubai Days manuscript

Final Boarding Call For Humanity




Jul 17




Torn from my torpor of mundane domesticity,

I find myself on a muggy night


Amidst the frenzy of Dubai airport.

Surrounded by a swarm of selcouth strangers that
make up the myriad faces of humanity.

Puffy eyes, excited faces,


Selfies abounding, passports clutched

And bags heaving on trundling trolleys.


Each on a different journey and a different purpose,
much like life itself.

And like life, each anticipating their own journey
and having little care or connection for the journey
of others, merely silent fellow travellers sharing a
vessel.

In the end, our journeys amount to little more than
an apostrophe or a pilcrow in the wider discourse of
humanity.


The calamity of our existentialist trauma is
suppressed into silence.


It matters not

That our lives, so precious to us and our own,


Are destined to be nameless, crumbling bones.

















Fistfight at the Peace Treaty



Jun 18


A skirmish at the delegation of dignitaries.

The democratic process

Can't account for the naked apes in us.

The fist fight rumbles

Turning over tables

And breaking windows and noses.
The press's disclosure

Of the spectacle

Shocks and amuses.

In the song of humanity,

All is alphabetical soup

Pooped into the bowl

Of human folly.

























For the Love of God



Dec 17


In the cruelty of love lived large,

There are no victors or villains,

Only victims.

What is it about the best of love

That brings out the worst in us?

Love leaves by burning buildings
And lands swallowed by hissing magnum and
ripped asunder by thundering earthquakes.

For my sakes, I am reconciled to love

And sometimes obliged it

With drooling indulgence

And sometimes lived without it
With

Cold,

Brittle

Monastic

Stoicism.

This is the time

And this the place

I push together a piece at odds
With the rest of the jigsaw puzzle.

And god will be god by his own grace.

Love lies in a cold grave.

From the sod from which

We sprung, we go.

There's no detour.

Like animals that scurry on all fours,
We return to the earth, the body we wore.

The savage worms that gorge on our ravaged
corpses

Have no time or care

For the love

We dared take a chance on.



























From Time to Time



9th Nov 18


It’s honeymoon night.

I’m lifting your veil.

You simper in my arms

Like a coquette.

From time to time

It dawns upon me,
The terrifying notion

Whether

You will have the emotions

For me

That I do for you,

My dear beloved.

From time to time,
It seems to me

That you were created just for me.

Long before now you were twinkling amongst the
stars.

You were brought to earth

To edify my heart.

From time to time
It occurs to me

That your wishes and desires

Are my treasure.

To honour and protect

Like a fire

That must never go out.




Adapted from a Bollywood song.