Sunday, 12 August 2007

Every Day by Ashok Niyogi

in an oasis of white light
a mantelpiece ticks seconds
the living room is a black cavern
with comatose Matryushka dolls
the calling bell tolls
I shall not respond


a kitchen tap drips
horses trot on my unmade bed
my demons rise
and are methodically cut in half
by rotating blades
of the ceiling fan
that circulates fetid air
will do so until its motor overheats

I have two pillows
between which I hide my head
grotesque with uncut hair
that bites into my scalp
and Medusa is a teddy bear
crowned with thorns that live
until they die


Ashok Niyogi, USA

2 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

Ashok Niyogi is an Economics graduate from Presidency
College, Calcutta. He made a career as an
International Trader and has lived and worked in the
Soviet Union, Europe and South East Asia in the ‘80s
and ‘90s.
At 52, he has been retired for some years and has been
cashew farming, writing and traveling. He divides time
between California, where his daughters live, Delhi
and the Indian Himalayas.
He is increasingly involved in his personal spiritual
quest and has undertaken serious study of scripture.
He has published a book of poems, TENTATIVELY,
[iUniverse, Lincoln, NE – 1995] and has been
extensively published in print and on-line magazines
in the USA, UK, Australia and Canada. Numerous chap
books of his poems have been brought out by SCARS
Publications, UC-Davis, and others.
Ashok writes about life.

tumblewords said...

Ah, yes. It's the ceiling fan. Smiling. Nice poetry!