Lost

by Ramesh Dohan

Murdered. Her hair was black and so were her eyes.
She was murdered along the street
amid the hustle and bustle.
Hysteria when she fell
Soundlessly, I saw it unfold on the television
She had been a classmate in the past

I think I saw her die
The news went on silence
mingling movie stars and war.

Memories

by Ramesh Dohan

The car carried him
racing the obvious moon
slashing the trees like a white bird

The obvious upsets me
everyone has a scar which crawls
into the mystery of swimming trunks

The rain fell like applause
as I approached the hospital

It took seven seconds
as my feet strapped and senses
stretched

The room closed on me
like an eyelid

From Grace

Ramesh Dohan

I see Zeus
waiting in the checkout
queue. Fallen
on hard times, yet
still magnificent
His striking, aquiline
profile, that white mane
a staircase to heaven
Stuffing sausage-rolls
in his pockets
His eyes fixed, shiftily
on the shelves
of Greek yoghurt