Friday, December 30, 2011

30 th Dec

what ends tomorrow
and what starts the day after

I never seriously thought
That I was wrong

Until today when they
They all in a drunken frenzy

shall giggle and dance
in a circle holding each other

Saturday, November 19, 2011

The slanted sun touched
me when i came

When evening gave way to night
we floated in shaded lamp light

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The traveller left
after morning tea
as the pale sun rose
unnoticed behind
a rainy autumn mist
Today, I  wish to plant
a purple gerbera
beside the brick path
moss filled

Summer fades away
like the sweet smell of youth
Misty memories linger
This winter,  I promise
they shall all turn to dew

Thursday, October 27, 2011

The curtains in the study
are yellow and orange now
Blue ones are gone with
the rainy months

I have preserved your
tooth brush and
the red pencil.

I don't miss you any longer
But oh ! yes
I do sometimes
miss your missing me

Fumes of charcoal smoke
fill the barren
the arid soul
Naked under winter mist
A vast expanse of grass-less land
between love and the love-less

Nothing - A dull something
tip-toes over the Sunday brunches

through library afernoons
and red wine suppers
And cities fade into
green marshlands
And rainy hills breed
Violet flowers

A mirrored room where
they dance and sing
Perfumed women and
their men
and their children
and grandchildren pink
Circles and cubes glittering

Black water gurgles through
open drains. Imagine
what would happen
if I fell
fell deep and vanished

Sunday, October 23, 2011

A ladybird crawls
over the dazzling fluorescence
The TV

He loathes sleep
cause that implies a waking
and a day

The night is safe
and this sofa red
Street lights sleepless


just awake
waiting for tea

behind his eyes
chinese ink blots through
moist paper

he can hear
the roaring sea

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The city lay tired
flaccid after a long
You roll to
the other end
of the bed

I am not sleeping
I  am not weeping

Your smoke
reach the

Your rain aint me

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Another date
puts a bunch of
these days months
and seconds
in the book shelf
of stories

Monday, July 25, 2011

The fragrance in the breeze

Sunday, July 24, 2011

I am so glad
that I love.

In its pain I live
Its songs 
chime my requiem.

Why do I care
that you do
Not exist
You never did.
Evening ink seeps
through the clutter
of green thoughts

the shadows of
longings eternal

It shall be Dark soon
dark dark dark
Very dark, Very soon

Saturday, July 23, 2011

The morning alarm
wakes into a shabby dawn
what day is it ?

Is it raining
like yesterday ?

the  boy is here
I can hear  his bicycle bell

but I just want to
be here with

No news and
no people

Thursday, July 21, 2011

on a day
rainy and green
a vague nausea haunts
the blue damped

and a searing pain
the gutters of all time
smokes into
a mute scream

love lingers 

Monday, June 27, 2011

Is it wrong that
I was once a
coffee addict

and now

flavours of
eastern tea
enraptures me

Monday, June 20, 2011

Rain is here
Give back my

Or just come
Moist with

I promise you a
warm kettle
brewing silence

Monday, May 2, 2011

crochet made easy

Flat 27-C.
summer choking
she woke up from
an erotic dream


sultry it has been
since the storm
last week

shower water
million pins
toes turn pale
even wrinkling

lavender blue
O doodle doodle dooodle
green apple green

cushions and jasmine
The piano teacher
loves the game of cricket
and can also sing.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

April 2

With each day
the melons
ripen to rot
And each day
the aging mirror 
relentlessly seek

April 1

Summer in my room
rolls up his sleeve

Exquisite he is
whispers the
dry fallen leaf

Saturday, April 2, 2011


Love you
I said
and yet
forgot to send
red roses on
your birthday

a tired
the ceiling
is a rectangle
a mere roof

Friday, March 25, 2011

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Colourless as water I
smiled all day. But
then you say that
they have painted my face
yellow red and green.

Vivre ma vie

I shall still live
even if they dont care

cause -  barefooted as I
walked yesterday
A bunch of green grass
held my feet


Spring petals turn brown
Summer sleeps on dry sand 
Songless river weeps


This rain like moist tears 
soaking the dry old wrinkles
laments nothingness

Monday, January 10, 2011

Came here on a wintry dawn
Today I shall depart
from this starry evening
Spring on my wings