Tuesday, March 22, 2011

the wildlifer



a wanderin nomad,
no place to call my own.
in arunachal, i wouldn't recognize
the area between deban n miaow;
n when i return, bangalore'll be
a whole new town.

the balancing act on the move,
livin out my life in bits n pieces:
short visits home, homes everwhere.
n to lay claim on me, my ideas,
a few concepts n a study species.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

chutney in bangalore



I often promise my feet
when trudging crowded streets,
dat ‘ll soon take ‘em places
far prettier than these.
But it’s nothing against seein u
rush for the bus,
ploddin ur way
thru the crowd thus,
dodging cars, crossin roads
jostlin thru the millin hordes.
U, who ought to be
in slippers, walkin a stream,
or in leech-proofs, a forest trail,
listenin for birds, smiling at snakes,
carelessly twirlin on the dewey grass,
as the open meadow u pass.
n though I’d miss u once u’re gone,
heart-rendingly incongruous:
it’s not where u belong.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

the photograph



U sit posing with the one u love,
smiling at the camera,
grimacing in the sun.
N rt then the woman walks by
with a bag on her head;
It turns out to be a pic
of u n the bag instead.
It’s u alone
on a cold parapet stone,
n isn't that how it really is?