Is it wrong that
I was once a
coffee addict

and now

flavours of
eastern tea
enraptures me

Rain is here
Give back my
Umbrella

Or just come
Moist with
Monsoon

I promise you a
warm kettle
brewing silence

crochet made easy

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

nervous

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.

April 2

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

April 1

Summer in my room
rolls up his sleeve

Exquisite he is
whispers the
dry fallen leaf

Forgetful

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

Before
a tired
sleep
the ceiling
is a rectangle
a mere roof
everywhere
everyday

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

              

 (1)

Spring petals turn brown

Summer sleeps on dry sand 

Songless river weeps

                

(2)

This rain like moist tears 

soaking the dry old wrinkles

laments nothingness

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

It is  raining here
there and There.
Maybe we all have
the same stories to tell.

You left on a dull day.

There was no rain
no storm.

A red car just
sped past me

And fragrant rainbow
spilled petrol

Now that you are gone
Loving you
is so much easier.

The pale morning
sprays mist upon
the gray and green.

Let the tea kettle
hiss on -
whistle on.
Stay warm beside
draped in me.

Tearless - Awake

Yesterday you were here
And today as
the blue curtains flutter
moon light sleeps
on your bed

How much I love
Strangers
at night
Fresh flesh - skin - cologne
fresh white bed sheet -  starched
Fresh smell of orgasmic sweat
Different each one
From the rest

How much I wish
you were a stranger tonight
Old songs silver ash
like strangers we part
untouched by change.

Beach Friday

smell of dried 
fish and salt 
the grey sea
ancient basked 
under the sun

children picking
sand in little 
cupped hands
him and he 
once measured love 
using little silver cups 

I wake up tired
The first winter morning
and the chilled north wind brings
aroma of fresh belgian chocolates
in a large box full
of desires longings
and loss

Clown's Dream

Monday night he went to sleep thinking of making love to the newly wed neighbour. He was also thinking of changing the whole world by this one truly original idea and as to how incredibly popular that would  make him.
He imagined how he would pose for the photograph that would appear in the morning news paper and how he would  smile at his ex-lover during an accidental encounter at a dinner gathering.
He also thought about salvation and detachment. But then, he wanted a few more
frivolous days of worldly futilities such as these.

I chased lust
then lust chased me.
Smoked an angry cigarette
against the wall with
lewd graffiti

It was the Flu I think
that made me pale
as wax.
The lover stood beside
the bed
lentil soup with garlic and
pepper I had asked.

I was restless
Desiring a green
open ocean
as the sweat soaked
bed sheet gathered
million crease marks.

The large juicy leaf
of the money plant
turned yellow in the
beer mug.
November yet to come.

In the morning I think
they played Chopin's Nocturnes.
Maybe, the Vampires
danced in the sun.

Read a few selected
pages of the book
that described in
a few pornographic lines
acts of carnal love.

This book, like a brick
supported the left edge

of the shelf.
Someone who borrowed it
long ago
had rounded the corners..

Suddenly then
a renewed hatred
and utter discomfort

After lunch
a few hours of
disturbed sleep
and television news..
I could hear children
playing football
in the park.

Yesterday
I recovered.


Smoked.
Brushed.
Had coffee
and got a little cut
near the lips
while being narcissistic
during  the
clumsy shaving act.

Today I cleaned my desk
and washed the old
flower vase.
The sun is bright outside
and I have
so much work