Revolution

If I gloss through
the pages,
in my mind,
of the diary
I never wrote
and notes I never
took,
I can join
the dots
and show you
a picture.

Don’t ever
get drunk
again
and
shout at me.
I don’t care what
the big picture is.

I have my own
coordinates.
and I make my own
pictures.

I am no Einstein,
Gandhi
or Russel
But I have been
working,
with just being what I am,
on truth and relativity.
And it all fits in very well when
I look at you.

It fits equally well
when I don’t look at you.
So you must understand
you are not relevant.

Please leave.
And, shut the door
when you go.

Those dogs outside
and the fireflies
are just as avoidable as you are.


March 11, 2008

Reason

It is not easy
to finish things off
in a few words.
or a picture.

Images
or words
aren’t always enough.
You need breath
or water,
maybe colours
or soil.
A woman’s womb sometimes.

The way we see light and
the way it is
can be so different,

like the impressions we carry
about life
or they way we express
them,
from the way
Nature does.

March 11, 2008

Spring II

No wonder,
looking at the leaves,
reminds me of a box of crayons.

It is spring.

The chilly saplings
in the pot
may never yield anything
more than green leaves
or white flowers
that whither sooner than
they appear.
But,
it is spring.

Growing up in the city
can take its toll
but manicured gardens get spring too.
Besides,
It is the air
laden with hope,
misery,
Smog,
pollen
and above all
the smell of spring.

There is a strange stench in the air -
of change
that cancer brings —
Irreversible change.

When multiplication
doesn’t mean life anymore.

For the sprouts
there is also
Fresh breath
and through it
Fragrance.

For a part of us
and some of us,
It is still spring.

March 11, 2008

Spring

What is it about the colour
yellow
Or red
That is so attractive?

March 11, 2008