A distant serenity of a chaotic Mumbai!

A smile to behold

A rickshaw ride

Trrr… Trrr..
The yellow rickshaw goes
On an Indian road
That is noisy yet silent
Amidst the honking horns
swaying leaves
and a habitual hurry
every where
Trrr...Trrr…
As it goes
A cool breeze hits
And strands of hair flutter
iPod melodies sing along
Abstract swirls
Splash the unconscious
Rolling numbers on the meter
Distill the consciousness
The red light of the traffic signal
Catches your attention
Trr…trrr…stops
The driver spits
A fury of red splatters
The strong aroma of paan
Fills the air
Men on bikes
peep, bend, stare
To get a glimpse of you
You look away
Shuffle
Notice the half bitten apple
As you feel the glossy silver of your pod
You smile
Take a silent sideway look
At the men
You stare back
“%^#$%%&”
Green
Trrr…trr…
The rickshaw goes again
Along the bumpy roads
Stops.
Rs. 93
Meter was fast
Cheater
“$##%&%”
Whatever!

And sometimes...

Flying strands of hair,
Compete with,
The curtains dancing,
In the whoosh whoosh air.
Silence within,
Tells a tale.

When they look...

Woman and her shades

Love, lust and beyond...

Nomadic Melange (Painting: a new found cerative expression!)

Some Haikus

Theme: Reminiscence

This butterfly clip,
That I tucked in her moist hair,
Now pricks, blood oozing...


Twinkle of her eye,
Auburn hair, I tucked behind,
Pleasant reveries...


A pitter patter,
Of rain drops, fall on my face,
And tears mingle in it...

Under the banyan,
Closed eyes, she said her prayers,
I stared, still staring…


Sweaty hands rubbed on,
Her embroidered handkerchief,
Still smells just the same…

The Circumference-d woman Part IV

I don’t see the same spot
No more I am there
Yet the moment lives
Everyday
With sepia reminiscences
And orange sunsets
And amidst honking horns
A silence creeps
Banters recollected
Bitter curt replies
And sweet nothings
Some forgotten flashes
And some revivals
And a new beginning
Of a suspended knot
Lost and gained
And gained and lost
But always will stay
In mind’s eye
That acknowledging wink…

I knew and I always did

A pinch of truth
present always is,
in apocryphal stories,
narrated smilingly,
with a pounding heart,
and eyebrows raised...

Time and Money

Time and money
Symbolic icons of irony
Of life
Of the post modern
Cult upbeat times

Chase one
And lose the other
And misplaced in the quagmire
Is a self
Who has lost,

A few badinages
And a small breathe of life…

Stocks in all sizes

I stand still,
Still to stare,

Latest trend,
Better quality,
Brand name,
New and attractive,
In window display...

Souls sell
Somebody to someone…

The Circumference-d woman - Part III

I see the same spot
Sitting at the same place
Amidst stacked books
The 6’o clock siren rings
It still hasn’t registered
He passes with one
On the same road
That I keep staring at
Through the window pane
I juggle between
A moist heart and my new resolution
And now I am successful at
Tactfully changing the topic
Messy table,
A painkiller strip,
Workaholic me
And last assignment to go,
Silence and I smile
Coz I have lost
And I gain to lose
That acknowledging wink…

Perspective