Here in a photo album beside the bed you will find your long-ago friend way back when he had just begun to read the book, when he was young with youth, dancing in the flamboyant air, walking in flamenco steps, hosanna, hosanna, my messiah is come. If I could dry him in the sun, […]
Category: Poems
No Added Sugar
Sometimes it’s not so sweet, But to squeeze any more would taste like lemon I’m not always so nice, I know, But look, I saved your number, and your birthday, And between sips of water I say your name. Coriander is my favourite herb. Life is a broth brewing with disappointment, Take it, with […]
Happy is a Label at the back of your Coat
History’s a tale somebody was told Wisdom are teeth that grow when we’re old Age is just a number, of stone and ice Truth is so boring, we’d rather the lies We worship our hopes, that we call God Peace is a state at the edge of a sword Life is a house that hasn’t […]
Casablanca
Hooker pipe, and hush, there’s a dome in my sight, I’m keeping it kosher in the casbah tonight The music’s from New York, but who’s listening to that? The rug is so enchanting it could fly me to Rabat Inhale, exhale, I’m smoking, puff puff, in Arabic My camel’s parked outside, it’s time to […]
budha as a boy
are you the lord budha, he asked the boy set silent in his cross-legged pose unperturbed two houseflies hovered over his head and landed on its shaven top sweat beads had formed on the top of his mouth then he moved his lips you are of what you think and I would have loved […]
April Showers
down on you and you fear it may dissolve your brain just when you need you it the most so you run away from the d r o p s like a madman thro- wing bits and p i e c e s of your thoughts all around. Trying to remember what it was […]
A Typical Day
It always starts with violins and I open my eyes thinking it is heaven; just the alarm set to Vivaldi’s Spring Allegro I I walk out grumpy looking like I’ve dressed for Whitehall. My day is set, red, amber, go. The morning dawns in traffic jam, so this is my rock n’ roll beginning Car […]
Nation Building
I shan’t say what or how, but this I believe brick and a brick, we can build justice for cement, truth for roof heart and a mind, we can make I shan’t think of how many times it has fallen, but still I believe law and a law, we can change justice for market, […]
Love Isn’t Necessary
You could do well with a book Love leads to quicksand and that gaol of fools Love makes us dartboards and slights of ridicule Love isn’t necessary It’s all right for a while But be careful where you store it as it oft turns to bile It’s ok to spend the day with […]
For She That Went
I see no use in this beautiful day. No warmth in its counterfeit glimmer of comfort. On the tree, two birds cavort like they know each other. I, on the other hand, find no rhythm in strangers. I see no point in these lofty grains of hope when breathing is thick with stunted life. Beyond […]
The Greatest Hits of a Shooting Star
I remember the oddest things. Like the box of knick-knacks in our attic of private jokes Your pseudo lactose intolerance that extended only to cheese Your choking on your first cigarette The intersection of our arguments about gods and nature, your chameleon world-view positions performed for the audience Your mascara painted lashes, reciting Anthony and […]
I Heart Camden
There is a light outside our house with a yellow Chinese glow, that at 5 pm on a dark November evening is the brightest thing around. There’s a Turkish, a Korean, and a halal chicken shop outside. Mrs Pickles at No.3 has been to India six times, she tells me every day. On Brecknock Road […]
He Bends to Pick the Pieces
He wonders if healing equates forgetting if happiness is sitting cross-legged with a prism of suns to blind that blotch. He smiles as the thundering storm settles on his chest When the pain stops hurting, it sleeps discreet He wonders if moving is the plateau of the spotless mind if honour is erasure of […]
The Amnesiac
an abrupt collision of faces we look shocked, or surprised, and almost say hello so I quickly hide behind my mind and recall the memory of a ghost no, this is someone else I see you walk ahead surrounded by your thoughts shouting at each other you pick something you don’t need from […]
Heartbeat
Who would have thought you could choke me up like that? I can hold my breath, but you – you had to take it further. The living daylights never showed because the sun set upon us for three days. I was busy burning bridges, and you – you had to take down my house. […]
This is Bulbul Radio
A sparkling explosion of megasound this is a nova of John’s sun and Paul’s star inscribing itself in the chromosomes of your DNA it is musical notes of the flamenco steps of Freddie’s flamboyance and the piano riffs of Chris Martin’s mind, into the dark alleys of Stipe’s words, and Dwight’s pain, and Sumner’s verse. […]
Siempre Means Forever
In case you didn’t know, Or maybe you forgot, I have left the keys to my house Underneath the earthen pot. You can always come in And make yourself at home. It is from the clever choices we make That we end up all alone.
All Farewells Should Be Sudden
All farewells should be sudden immediate, impromptu and quick none of that unwarranted deluge of emotion, unnecessary party expenses, or that uninvited realisation that we are, after all, dispensable Farewells need never be announced lest they come with oh so pitiful remorse Why so soon? We’d only just begun to like you We’d only […]
Reasons
Because I need more time Love isn’t an ice cream you lick It doesn’t melt in the sun It burns in here Look. Because I’m not ready yet My feet have cracked and my soul is weak Love isn’t a bottomless well of forever It sizzles like antacid powder And then flat Because […]
Reincarnation
The grey skies darkened the overcast minds the broken, fearful, submissive souls at the prick of a needle I closed my eyes and wandered into the passage of recycled life. Creator Sustainer Destroyer Mr. G, what will you be for me? Flushed down rivers of acid I fell on my stomach on a black […]
The Feast of Ganesh in Mumbai
Colours of a subcontinent like an artists’ palate Or is just a camouflage I forget But colours yes Many many hues under a sea blue sky Trumpets and bang da bang drums Through the eyes of a wandering foreigner who came here for quite something else the whole scene seems like an enlivened primary […]