She walks on tiptoe

She walks on tiptoe
and talks through her eyes,
she can make a wilted blossom blush
with her purrs and her sighs.

But don't be beguiled
by those soft dainty paws,
she will bring down the heavens
When she draws out her claws!

two sunset roses

first
we become
love,


then verily
we become
music.

Mr. Zook

Fee Fi Foe Fumm!
To listlessness thou shalst not succumb!
Whene'er I hear a groan, wheree'er I sense a frown
I'll strickle them out - I'll spook them down!!

(Meet Zook. He watches from my doorframe.)

this morning

i got everything i need
with the morning lifting up my soul
gone for a walk before sunrise
came back feelin so whole
got dylan singing
and messages on my phone.

i got everything i need
picked up the paper and my brew
i got my day worked out
thought of things to do
only thing to make it better
is share this morning with you.

sniffee

Last week i had the mornin sniffles,
the mornin sniffles had i.
And every mornin after i left for work
my hanky and i wondered why.

Could it be the office AC ?
(i like a cool draft in my hair)
Or is it somethin i bring home each day ?
(was told there's a flu in the air)

So i changed my sheets, changed me pillow
at night, i (slightly) shut my window.
But today i know, twas just my nose -
fussy flo no like no Nivea Sports deo!

to the cat & mouse

Colours bubble up in sheer delight -
          ever seen an aura shine so bright?!
Dewy-eyed conjurers, spontaneous dream weavers
          turning dead stones into divine believers!!

conversations

You know why I travel in the first-class?
See these marks on my head?
See see. (parting his hair)

One day I was coming back from work when a boy asked me,
'Sir, will I get a job?'
I said, 'Why not. If you are willing to work hard, you will get a job.'
He replied, 'But I have not studied. No degree, no qualification.
So will I get a job?'
I said, 'Why not. See this newspaper. There are so many openings.
Times have changed. And you even speak english.'
He only laughed. And I read my paper.

But later he got up, took out something pointed from his pocket
and started stabbing me.
(like those divider things that come in compass boxes
- you understand?)
Here only. Right on my head.
Three times. Then the other passengers caught him and held him.
They only stopped the train.
I remember thinking, there was so much blood!

Then we all went to the police station. They put him in.
Actually, I didn't know what to do.
I did whatever the other passengers told.
I know they kept him there for at least one night
because I had to go there again the next day.
But I didn't do the whole court thing - what was the point?
(my son wanted me to.. he is like that, but I didn't see any point.)
It came in one or two newspapers also.

After 3-4 months, I started doing the local trains again.
But now I travel only in the first class.

You know why I am telling you all this?
I just lost my phone. It slipped and fell outside.
My wife had recharged it yesterday only.
(I'd told her to wait.. but she is like that.)
I just wanted to tell, that how when big things happen,
the small ones don't matter.
And this is a very small thing, no?
----------
I think, as one grows older,
more than being certain of what one likes,
one gets more and more certain of what one dislikes.
Don't you think? That tolerance levels reduce??

Aha. Yes, but I can put it more harshly than that -
I think one gets more and more and more selfish.
See my grandmother. She complains of us not calling her often.
But if she gets a ring when her tv serial is on, she'll cut the call off,
even if it is an outstation call from the States.
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Don't ask me where I am right now
or what I ate for lunch.
There's no point in that - you know how I detest all small-talk.

But I can't classify events.
And when I try, everything turns trivial
and I end up having nothing to say.
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On the pic: I was traveling in Ruby with the cat and mouse, when she spotted the street light. It was also the cat's birthday:
            May you have many many more!
            each one happier than the ones before!!

le frog chanson

I'll play you a love tune
and turn on your smile
get you to dance and twirl
and take you out in style

we'd make music everyday
if you'd be my girl.

I'll be your yellow
and bring home the sun
paint it with dark red love
when the day is done

we'd keep all black at bay
if you'd be my girl.

And we'd go see places
that we had never had seen
silver moonlight and blue rivers
where we never had been

i'd take you far far away
if you'd just be my girl.

I can't always take you unawares
you know me now, as i'm knowing you
come closer, here, take my hand
my word, dear, will always be true

but tonight i'll be anyone you say
if only you'd be my girl.

all's trivial

hello fluffy doggie. i wonder how u can lie like this,
chin on the floor, neck all stretched out.
lazy fellow. only movin one eyebrow.
i would take your pic, but i'm talkin right now.
(and i dunno if i can take a pic while using my phone)

i am waitin below the K's building, our lady of constant succour.
i'd never seen so many cats sittin on a road.
he says there's a lady who feeds them.
now there are big, costly fireworks in the sky.
so pretty! twinkle twinkle little stars!
but later they turn into suspended octopuses -
a thick, soft smoky center;
    and thin, soft smoky tentacles reaching out in the dark.
the tentacles disappear first, the center drifts for longer.
the cats are gettin up (think i see the lady),
tis dinner time everywhere.

i brought home a white persian lily & a red gladiolus stick today
(can see them in the pic)
they replace the red & pink roses i got last wednesday
to remind me of sunset skies.
also, my railway pass expired today,
so it's been exactly three months at my new job -

we take stock
and all is good.

A Love Song

There were days with no boundaries,
routines without meaning,
when all writing seemed forced
and without no feeling.

There were songs with no words,
an obsession to seeking,
there were white rabbit races
till late in the evening.

But now there's sunshine
and music everywhere!
There are smiles and laughs,
and so much love to share!!

There were eyes averted,
no talking nor listening,
the river of memories
untasted, yet a'flowing.

But now there's beauty
and wonder everywhere!
There is wine and dance,
and so much love to share!!

gettin easier all the time

Mr Bojangles told me he never did like the taste of alcohol. May be so. Personally, I think he is still partial to the sweeter Reds and Rosés but right then, I let it pass. He talked of heightened senses in a distorted reality. The fix-a-day.. of the means, that they change - and how they changed! I heard him out patiently, wondering, where it was all going.

Finally, he asked, "Wouldn't it be wonderful if a drunk could start from where he left off the night before? Do you think it could even be possible?"

And I understood him at once! All his transgressions into marathons, serious music and reading. Of newly heightened senses in a newly distorted reality.

It has been three years since. And the means have changed further still. A Dostoevsky can be replaced with a conversation, a Bach with a gentle smile. Yes, it takes time, and yes, it takes practice. But getting high has never been easier!

Enough for me

Enough for me that you are happy:
happiness reflects possibilites.
Better a garrulous twinkle
than an expression mundane;
Better a trouble laughed
than a tiresome complain.
Enough for me that you've shone past,
a sunbeam dancing in the dark!!

Enough for me

Enough for me that you are beautiful:
beauty possessed diminishes.
Better a dream of love
than love’s dream broken;
Better a look exchanged
than love’s word spoken.
Enough for me that you walk past,
a firefly flashing in the dark.

-Ruskin Bond

Happy valentine's to ye all!

ran all the way!!!!

21km.
2hrs 31min 54sec.

heh heh! (and how we've changed!)