Bangalore traffic! You zig and zag, You create a drag. Sometimes You flow like river rushing downhill revving engines sub for melting snow, and there’s no dam to hold you in, not even the traffic light. At other times, you’re a machine with revolting parts, each with its own brain, each talking, no one listening, … Continue reading Ode to Bangalore Traffic
When you come back home, get me a skyful of stories of the times when we were younger. Get me version two; the first one wasn't pacy enough. The rain has washed off the streets, I'll make sure they are clean, have them ready for new laughter. Come, let’s make it easier to dip into … Continue reading A skyful of stories
Bangalore traffic! You zig and zag, You create a drag. Sometimes You flow like river rushing downhill revving engines sub for melting snow, and there’s no dam to hold you in, not even the traffic light. At other times, you’re a machine with revolting parts, each with its own brain, each talking, no one listening, … Continue reading Ode to Bangalore Traffic
The cheetahwent around the junglein a wheelchair.It was his day off,and he'd also broken his foot.He still wanted to checkif the zebra had grown ripefor his next hunt.But when the wheelchair moved,its creaking joints drove everyone away,so the next day,the cheetah came riding a snail.It was all silent,and no one heard him moveexcept that when … Continue reading The cheetah’s recce
Standing in the balcony, chain red-brown with rust, trusted companion through cities and states, bisecting forests, hemming coastlines, braving rain, wind and sun and the threat of theft. No fuel guzzler this, Simply powered by idli, omelette, coffee and whatever else it found on the road. Now rests aging, joints creaking, no Hercules this, powerless … Continue reading Ode to my old bicycle
These days when I talk to my father over the phone, we speak in shorter sentences and have longer silences. I know I must factor in the internet lag and my father's advancing age, but most of all, my receding patience.
Two worlds collide.Your left,his right.It's a big battlefor elbow roomon an economy class flight.
You start from scratch and play a note don’t know where this one ends and where the next one goes. You’ve built a fortress in your head, complete with cannons and a moat. Epics and odysseys swim in your eyes, and orchestras play symphonies in your toes. You imagine a Rube Goldberg machine catapulting thought-shapes … Continue reading Re(de)fine
You cover yourselfwith a hundred suns,swim in their light.You wonderif these pins of lightare one too manyor one too few,if you could switch off one of themor if you could tear one from your sleeveand toss it back into the distancewhere you see your shadow explode,where dreams fly out of your ribcagebefore they touch the … Continue reading Shadows and Songs
I am excited to perform my poetry after a long while, in a show titled Elementary. It’s themed around the five elements; a few friends and I will be performing a couple of collaborations all of us have worked on, in addition to our individual sets. Come over, and watch the show on Zoom on … Continue reading Poetry show update
Grains of thought 