my love lies dull now
in the shade of your regard
uncertainly flickers
and with certainty fades

in a dead coin,
on shores of dross sand,
my love
pays the silent ferryman

what haunts my love

as the ferryman’s skiff skitters
over waters endless, dark and deep?

is it the oaths made one to the other

that my love and your love
have yet to keep?

or is it the shadowed souls looking on
as my love starts to weep?

but even sorrow eventually
meets its end
for it is
exhaustion’s favored friend

my love lies still now
on the bone dry beach
of an alien land

awaiting your love’s regretful approach
with a soul smeared face
and a still open hand

~

by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright July 2, 2001

Charon the boatman crosses the River Styx in Hyades' kingdom

a great sister
I am sooooo lucky to be graced with her presence
how lucky I am to be her brother
I am the envy of all brothers around the world
she is so wonderful and smart
so beautiful and charming
and I, ronny, her brother, am so ucky and pathetic looking when I stand near her
oh, all hail Nachel
bow down to her greatness
she is so wonderful
we all love her
she is so kind and wonderful
but enough of the lies

~

by Nachel Kaur Mathoda (with a small addition by Ranjit Singh “Ron” “Ronny” Mathoda)
created, probably, when Nachel was in middle school

very few can survive nachel's hug

I too feel the whiplash of Chronian Pan!
The sharp staccato beats

of horn’ed head
and clove’ed feet

Lifting my pulse

Away

From reason’s too sharp seat

~

by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright July 3, 2001

Pan

An Ode to Bean Dip

6.23.2009

bean dip, you are so good
bean dip, I love you
bean dip, come closer

and bring the chips

~

by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright August 30, 2005

(Special thanks to Nisha Bhakta Dugal, whose exquisite bean dip resulted in this ode.)

bean dip

Her Hate

6.22.2009

unwittingly my soul approached
the event horizon of her hate
it felt the gentle tides
the ceaseless tug
the swirling of other souls sucked in
but it did not listen
not to sour words said by others
not to the whimpering solar wind
not until the fateful moment had passed
not until tidal forces began to grate
did the realization sink in
deep and sharp
amongst the all encompassing dark
that it was far, far too late

~

by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright November 26, 2005

a black hole strikes at a galaxy