Writings of the wanderer

Let’s go somewhere. Today, tomorrow, or maybe day after. Let’s explore places, Let’s explore people, Let’s, then, promise to change the world. Let’s dance a while. Until there’s still some hope Of the merriment that envelopes us. Or let’s may be, sit a while, And talk about the ridiculousness Of the various things happening everywhere. Things that are not remotely relatable. But, things that are adversely plausible. Who am I to keep you From reading, wondering and reaching. I’ll just sit next to you, Say a word or two, And bubble up in the excitement of silence. Let’s go, Before our five minutes are over. -Kasturi Ghosh

What will be The psychedelic product Of the gay numbers When multiplied with each other Over a table that is Burdened by my fatal relationship With a nightmarish pile of Pages strung together Which were imposed Which have to be disposed After months and months Of ragging and raging. Could I be more ignorant Could I be more palpable Could I be both, at the same time. Let’s sit down And talk it out For it isn’t you who’s head Is in a haywire today. You just have to whip up A little patience A little more listening, Like you did when I wasn’t home, That other night. -Kasturi Ghosh

You are not here today. Nor is your body.  Nor is your presence. The hand that extended Into the refrigerator  For saccharine treats Is amiss today You are not here today Nor is your mind. Nor is your life. It has wandered  Into the woods Into the highs Into the sands. Will you be there When I come? Will you show me How it’s done?  Or are peanut mountains  More extravagant  Than  the little  Spiced up grains?  Rise and shine As the pillow protests Like mother did When she needed you.  -Kasturi Ghosh