Monday, February 7, 2011

Sunday, February 6, 2011

window

A Window into the Past.

Visiting time over, mother was ill in hospital she had been so tired lately.
Nearby a small stream, an empty box of matches was my raft, rudderless
it rushed down rapids and disappeared under ground, under the town
and I wondered if it reached the docks. I had bought mother a chocolate,
in the same shop that sold oranges and but they were too expensive,
but ate most of the chocolate while listening to her instructions, to peel
spuds, buy milk and yesterday loaf (half the price), open a tin of sardines.
But first I had to go down to the docks see what ships were in and also try
to find my raft. When I came home mother stood smoking in the kitchen,
she had peeled the spuds. They had let her out only so she could pack her
suitcase; she had to go up the mountains, where the air was pure, and be
cured… and I knew why I hadn’t found my raft.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

"Cracks in the Mirror" Poetry & photography

"Cracks in the Mirror" Poetry & photography

डेमोक्रेसी today

Democracy today

Is democracy
Right for the Afghans or Iraqis
Unthinkable thought
Countries torn by tribalism
Certainly need a strongman
A one party state
Until institutions are in place
and people value
the principle of statehood
and take pride in their nation.

हैकु न्यू haiku

Haiku
A lost dog
Sees itself in a rain pool
Overcast sky

Haiku
By the pier
Cats wait for the fishing boats
Sunny morning

Haiku
Under a tree
A white sleepy donkey
Summer heat

Haiku
Hare spoors in snow
Suddenly turns ruby
Silent sky

Haiku
Corrugated flurry
Glitter as transient pearls
Memories.