It's a while now but I feel like it again!

The feel for words , the need to feel them in my head,

then twirl them like a dervish in my mouth and let them fall.

Somehow... anyhow...

And I am confident that they won't come up with bruised knees!

I am confident they won't fritter away like the ice candy fallen from a

sticky hand into the dust, vaporizing in a blink of the eye moistening over

at its loss and then watch fascinated as the dark orange liquid makes a richer

puddle and draws in the ants , the passing mutt and the tch tch of strangers...


I simply want to stretch out between the head-post and the sunset at my feet

I want to stretch and scribble something.

There is a standing fan gurgling incessantly in it's wired mechanical head

facing no one in particular while I sweat over the words- fragrant powder laden

words with some of the lemon drink from the afternoon and green printers ink pressed

between the pauses ever so lightly that one just might pass them by- like so many

water marks of the day gone by...

Bobby's graveyard princess in Mussourie

Trying to outstare the dinner things

While sitting up for the UNICEF project -nothing would come-
except for the crockery, after dinner debris and very accusatory looking
forks and knives making some very pointed statements!:)

Me

ET asleep on M's bed

ET passed away peacefully last year.we've been seeing her since our college days
in JU...Mauri found this dirty cat bundle somewhere along the way ( the fish market?)and then let her follow her home mewing and puzzled...god bless ET...

I grew to like cats post-ET and then Octo(puss)happened. Aneesh's black and white acquisition was found shivering one rainy evening, forlorn and very wet, trying to draw solace from the steaming engine of his bike.

He looks quite the prosperous, shy bachelor (Octo not Aneesh)- oversensitive and now effete thanks to being neutered!

Happy No More

Drew this on my floor rug with some ink and pencil colours-
later found out that Bobby's friend Happy had died earlier
that day and was found after a day...

Calcutta...Chennai...Pune
Chennai...Pune...Calcutta

Surely there is more to life then
circles and triangles??

Something Like A Flying Kiss

Life is a person sitting up there on high
scrunching up these silver paper balls
from mint new cigarette packs and
half-finished chocolate wraps
then throws it down on me when
I least expect-
it's anyone's guess
And I then pelt right back
like this and this and this
something like a flying kiss!

Or else Life scatters crushed confetti
itsy bits of mindless paper or sudden showers
of honey coated ice flakes or simply just
a wake of this and that and other stuff
and then I pick up these arms full of
half-baked fluff and carefully take some
on my open palm and blow it back again
from where it came and in the harmless charming
game-in the bliss of hit and miss- it seems so
like a flying kiss!

Here's to all of us....

If James is pure and James is true
He will be fine and so will you
For James is not just James alone
No more is he a lonely Stone
For far and wide the Net has spread
To all who've heard and seen and read

And The One behind the sprouting seeds?
Of health and hope and happy deeds
Must Sing and clap and dance and breed!
No longer swamped and cramped by greed
Of petty minds and pettier deeds
She shyly seeks her Tribe and Creed-
The Voiceless Weed has now been freed!

( For Lawrence, Jasmeen, Vinod R, Vinod S, Chandni, Juhi, Reshma , Maureen, Ian, Amit, Sumit,Tanya, Vasudha, Vandana, Chetna,Biswadip, Pradumn, Nandini, Deepti C, Deepti S, Aneesh, Habu, Baba, Ma, Max,Nino, Mimi, Avi, Aparajita, Aditi, Shruti and Prasad,Rahul and Shaila, Shailja, Junu, Chaitanya, Bobby, Barnalee, Shyama mama, Apu, Iti, Khushu, Ron Dads, Abhijit, Bodhmayanandaji, Aspi, Yasmin,( their son and daughter!) Mahua, Priyatosh, Toon, Peter the Griff, Samta,Mananjit, Bharath M.,Prasad (early champion of James),Oinky,Shirish, ...may the tribe increase!)