Muse

"I want to be your muse."

...

The tension that is born
of the friction between our skulls
gives my fingers potential difference; you
capacitate creativity in cogent conversation, condense
coherence from the vacuous vapour of vague
half-thoughts. The half-life
of a pretty idea is one
consummation, a muse
amuses and is used, but you
are fundamental, the paint
to every painting I paint.

Pardes

An awesome wave of aerosol
Sweat (501 parts per million) and a billion
Open human-beings flash-fertilizing dormant deodorized seeds of bile-like
Nostalgia, rendering sour
My 14 hour
(+10 hour layover) old
Nationalism; like Socrates
Painted over with star-spangled hypocrisy
I'm neither an Indian nor a Kashmiri
But a citizen of any-meritocracy
That will have me.

Aquarium

Trapped like tiny tuna in transparent tanks,
We wage war with water;
Our syllables silent and Sisyphean.