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Arun Gaur lives in Panchkula (Haryana, India) and has taught the British/American literature and the Critical Theory at the Department of English, Mizoram Central University, Aizawl, where he was the Senior Reader. He has authored one critical book—I Stand Apart: Alienated Center in Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself' (2002), many book-review articles and illustrated travelogue pieces. Recently, his poems have appeared in Burrow, The Journal, Poetry Monthly, Blotter, Boyne Berries, Parameter and Beauty/Truth.
 

      Transition Points

Wayfarer thin worn.
Eyes look straight into passages
and knife-edge settlements
have worn you
thin.

Tear the eyes if they wander.

Settlements in the cities are hilarious;
so are the cone bearing trees
in the jungles.

Lonesome are the passages;
so are the transitions through the shrubs.

        Apple Blossoms

Mud-skippers lash with their tails
the mud-banks
and produce fine froth.

Normally only a super-man beats mud.
Fires of earth lead to other fires
in a long link of chains.
Eyes of the hawk on the edge of bog has fire.
Put your papers in fire. 

He sits on the edge of the bog.
Pigs sit in sewage drain
not to squirm like worms; it is their
natural paradise.
Gold dust rusts in the hands of gods.
In wheat the devil sits;
in cherries, the devils grow and in apples they rule.
What shall you do or expect or see or judge?