Friday, 24 December 2021
A Little Brother Is Precious
The Decisive Man
Sure like a needle
Sewed to tie a button,
Intricate, definite,
A real binding force.
Tough like glue
The kind that
Soap can't remove
Sticking to the point,
Never deviating from the course.
Tough advice borne of wisdom
From errors that were suffered,
Decisive action, always dependable,
But young and fresh as if just
Out of a rabbit hole.
Prepared to face the worst,
But always a Santa with goodies,
A will, many dreams, weaved
Through sleepless nights
Of blissful pondering
And tough meandering
Through streets; sometimes
Worried, sometimes carried
Away with the tide,
But like a rock: solid
And glittering like gold.
The Scent of A Woman
Pickled carrots
And turmeric,
The musty smell of curd
And fresh jam,
The whistle of the pressure cooker
And sometimes bread with ham.
The rice, each grain is precious,
Sieved through a rusty ring with holes,
Hot by the fire, sweltering,
Feeding hot macher jhol.
The hands are wrinkled
Pink, the lines are clear and deep
Just as is fate knitting sewing
With one hand to feed the geese.
My Old Denims
It was given to me
Two decades ago
And I've clearly
Outgrown it,
My belly hanging,
Love handles bulging,
Skin sagging.
Two decades ago
But I still smell it:
My old denims.
Like love on a hot Summer's Day
It comes suddenly
Like a crow at your window sill
Rising in your face
Heart thumping,
Blood Pumping,
Time stumping,
Just a grain of sand
Invisible in your hand;
It comes like love
On a hot Summer's Day
With a crow at your window sill
Rising in your face;
And then you shut the window
To it because it came suddenly
Like love on a hot Summer's Day.
Thursday, 23 December 2021
new year 2022
Thursday, 16 December 2021
Dreams
I have dreams, several of them,
And I've rarely been satisfied
Unless I'm having fun, You know
The kind where imagination
Blazes trails and work is rising
Songs and canderous banter;
I plant seeds in the soil of my mind,
Watering and nurturing my dreams:
Oh so many of them and they tangle
As they sprout directionless, such is
The way of trees and I love it for
The straighter the more uprooted;
Blazing towards the sun, A forest
Of many greens of all that I would seem.
Have you noticed that the moment
You employ patience and water
Nonetheless the soil, the sprout
Sprouts out? Patience and acceptance,
A through testing of the soil
Is the way of plants and dreams.
Veins through dark skin
You looked cold sitting across me,
Quivering shivering and praising,
Your veins throbbing through your
Dark skin, you seemed old sitting across me
Yet you regaled me with tales,
Clearly interested, clearly becoming,
Clearly not taking no for an answer.
It wasn't like you were selling me insurance,
Well of the future may be and I played along,
Stringing word into word, Melody into melody,
Creating symphony with hope you would
Give me a chance to be showered with praises.
You sat there hoping I would give you a chance
To have the last dance, but that's reserved only for
My old man: The true gold with throbbing veins
Through dark skin: And so our night ended and
Day began.
Wednesday, 15 December 2021
Posthumous award
You were posthumously awarded
And I shuddered in my seat;
What if you were here; you are bedded
Tied in the hospital reed.
You haven't gone but you
Could as well have been,
I rise to collect your reward
For all your deeds, as a lover
And a friend: I will sing to you
In the hospital. But what if
Your heart stops now? It has.
Like I said you were posthumously awarded.
Saturday, 27 November 2021
patience
Thursday, 18 November 2021
The flower at my altar
Thursday, 11 November 2021
Broken Doors
Monday, 1 November 2021
my wishes for now
Saturday, 30 October 2021
unemotional me
Sunday, 17 October 2021
The crow caws sweetly
Thursday, 7 October 2021
Space travel in dream
I am not what I imagine myself to be
Saturday, 25 September 2021
This Hunger
Tuesday, 21 September 2021
kind to mother earth
Tuesday, 7 September 2021
hair falls out
Monday, 30 August 2021
unique special music
Sunday, 15 August 2021
As we think so we see
Tuesday, 3 August 2021
Travel the universe trading stories
Sunday, 1 August 2021
A prayer for humility
Thursday, 29 July 2021
Hell
Ma's anger
Wednesday, 28 July 2021
Effort
Victory is certain
Anger
Saturday, 24 July 2021
A wish on parent's day
A wish for my brother
Drowning in the sea
Life is the same from one day to the other
Tuesday, 20 July 2021
stardust
hope
Sunday, 11 July 2021
Anxiety
Wednesday, 30 June 2021
for mom's birthday
Tuesday, 25 May 2021
me in sherwani, you in ragged clothes
Friday, 14 May 2021
My imaginary love
Thursday, 13 May 2021
Hope in Bombay's sun
Tuesday, 11 May 2021
karma
As the sun rises and the waters flow
So does my karma with all its slough,
I take a vow to never disparage anyone,
With my chant of the ever-sonorous
Nam myo ho renge kyo;
My mentor watches from holy eagle peak
And I awaken in the moonshaft
Sometimes, in the sunshaft at other times ;
As the planets shine and the stars twinkle
I keep myself afloat in this river of eternal life;
My mentor never leaves me with his watchful eye,
My heart his! Nam Myo Ho renge kyo!