Monday, September 21, 2009

For you who lie silent tonight


I will not return.


And night, mildly warm, serene and silent,

will lull the world, under beams of its solitary moon.

My body will not be there,

and through the wide-open window,

a refreshing breeze will come looking for my soul.

I don't know if any await the end of my double absence,

or who will kiss my memory amidst caresses and weeping.

But, there will be stars and flowers,

there will be sighs and hopes,

and love in the avenues in the shadows of the trees.

And that piano will be playing as in this untroubled night,

and no one there to listen,

by my window frame.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009


Should've died when I had the chance...'cause it's beginning to hurt now...

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

All of a summer's day

...something reminded me of the 'Bohemian Rhapsody'

`You may not have lived much under the sea--' (`I haven't,' said Alice)-- `and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster--' (Alice began to say `I once tasted--' but checked herself hastily, and said `No, never') `--so you can have no idea what a delightful thing a Lobster Quadrille is!'
`No, indeed,' said Alice. `What sort of a dance is it?'
`Why,' said the Gryphon, `you first form into a line along the sea-shore--'
`Two lines!' cried the Mock Turtle. `Seals, turtles, salmon, and so on; then, when you've cleared all the jelly-fish out of the way--'
`That generally takes some time,' interrupted the Gryphon.
`--you advance twice--'
`Each with a lobster as a partner!' cried the Gryphon.
`Of course,' the Mock Turtle said: `advance twice, set to partners--'
`--change lobsters, and retire in same order,' continued the Gryphon.
`Then, you know,' the Mock Turtle went on, `you throw the--'
`The lobsters!' shouted the Gryphon, with a bound into the air.
`--as far out to sea as you can--'
`Swim after them!' screamed the Gryphon.
`Turn a somersault in the sea!' cried the Mock Turtle, capering wildly about.
`Change lobster's again!' yelled the Gryphon at the top of its voice.
`Back to land again, and that's all the first figure,' said the Mock Turtle, suddenly dropping his
voice; and the two creatures, who had been jumping about like mad things all this time, sat down again very sadly and quietly, and looked at Alice.
`It must be a very pretty dance'...

Monday, June 22, 2009


Nothing to be done.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Spring


As spring creeps up the drain pipe, I see the air filled with butterflies...blue and black...spiralling in pairs, a frenzy of nervous energy...

I spot a pupa on the new-born leaves of my Ashoka, as I help it shed its old weight, plucking off dead leaves...

and a couple makes love in the shadows of the neem, as the last of Danae's
gold showers upon them...

spring is here, it seems.

Meanwhile, I have begun cultivating obsessions...

...Paper Butterflies!