Queer Poems

These poems are a cry for the right to be really equal on behalf of all the downtrodden, all those who suffer from injustice, be they the homeless, the poor, those women whose marriage ends up being the prison of domestic violence, the LGBT community and more, and follows the path explored by Eliot's 'Preludes' in translating frustration and the quest for freedom and respect of far too many people into the search for form and structure in poems that seem to have a glimpse of form, but do they really have it?

Shadow Whisper

Behind the bleeding veils of coarse

Corrosive cords of linen stiffened

In the breath that freezes stars

And chokes the Moon in solitary

Nights, the blighted cries of voices

Moist with poisoned spells

Of Hell

Are drawn on charcoaled canvas cut

And torn by time

When echoes shadow sparks

In embers stifled under scars

Like drops of thoughts that thaw in thick

Black holes devouring dry, deserted

Worlds with wanton words and woes -

And stares -

Behind the curtains no one cares.