fault lines?

In the old days, if a text was demanding,
the reader felt it was his lack.
These days the poet is to blame.
Devious are the ways
of this dying age.

Viswanatha Satyanarayana


funeral pyre

You rained down poems on the whole world
like a dark monsoon-cloud,
but red flames leaping toward heaven
burn the lips that once sang
of an arrow
that bites the dust.