ARE WE?

Not that I want answers
to a relationship 
that seems to flex 
to meet our erratic selves -
so moody and unpredictable
so based on imperfection -
but our sidelong glances ask
are we the ones?
Are we cosy bed, pillows and sheets?
Are we cuddle, kiss, curl and sleep?
Will you wipe the dishes while i wash?
Roll out the dough while i flip?
Peeping over my shoulders - 
our quadrupled vision.
Will it be our laughter that will break the silence
of a dark night, startling the owl
and drawing stars closer?
I won’t let the outside world in -
will you?
I can’t walk away - 
can you?
At will, I ask you:
will we be the ones?
‘cause right now, as we are,

our fingers barely touching - 
a relationship on a shoestring budget
of superficial small talk
skimming surfaces...
How far must we go before we know
we're forever?

I AM GANGA

Where Ganga meets Yamuna

Confluence or conflict?

Conflict I say, Yamuna so calm

And Ganga – raging!

I am Ganga.

Sunlight and breeze

and tornado at times.

Don’t try to own me

Just feel…enjoy…

Till I decide to whip you along

Into my whirlpool - 

Your calm, meditative ways

And common sense

And cool demeanour

A part now

Of the raging, rolling torrent

That I am!

BUY A TICKET?

at the doorway

you will have to leave

your control issues

and possessiveness

your idiosyncrasies

and mood swings

your petty games

of yes and no

your see-saws

of love and hate

and mainly,

those three-petalled clovers

of 'i love you'

'i love you not'

along with your shoes

to enter my world

SERENADE A MOMENT

He wove dreams with and around me

I will take you to the river

and make you a raft

You can lie there and float

with the current.

I'll lift you up by a rope to our own tree house

We will watch the blue moon together

and hear the owl hoot.

I will send you love letters on lotus leaves

down the river.

I will weave you flower garlands made of buttercups.

There are open spaces in the forest

where the bamboo bloomed and died

We will go to the stream where the wild animals drink.

I will show you how the cheetah's eyes

shine in the dark jungle

I will show you how to make baskets

out of palm leaves

And I will make love to you

among the flowers in the hillside

where the birds sing.

YOU LOVE ME, YES?

How adamant you are 

that

you don't love me!

How long will you say that?

There's longing in your eyes

My talents surprise

You hold your breath

Coming close to me is death

You wait by the door for hours -

pretending to count some absent stars

And everything that's pink

makes you smile and of me think

You helped me with the weeds

so i'd appreciate your good deeds

You walk a very long way -

a glimpse of me will make your day

You're floundering, lost for words -

all i said was 'lovely birds!'

You bike precariously downhill

making sure I can see you still...

And yet you say you don't love me

That I sing a mistaken strain?

If that's not love

then tell me -

what is love again?

IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT

In the dark of the night

wrapped in a cozy blanket

my cup of tea

and a bite

watching stars and the Moon

serenity prevails like

music in my soul

and happiness is the smoke flying out of my cup

and happiness is the Quiet

and happiness is my soul at peace and at rest.

BABY CHILLIE PLANT

hello, i'm up, baby chillie plant

where am i?

what's this place?

wilt..

i need sunlight

wilt..

too much sunlight!

wilt..

water, please?

wilt..

too much water!

wilt..

thank you

i feel better

smile..

breeze! i like breeze!

smile..

too much breeze!

wilt..

i think i'm gonna die

wilt..

thank you for shifting the mud

smile..

i feel fine now

smile..

maybe i'll grow up after all...