Thursday, May 02, 2019


​I've seen the most beautiful sunsets
from rooftops, trains and window seats
Streaks of blood that slowly soak up the sky
spreading into a gentle wash on a watercolour canvas

I've seen birds journey home in geometric patterns
Their cries filling the evening air
Mingled with the sounds of kids playing street cricket 
A strangely chaotic yet calming dusk

I've seen the sun lower itself below the city skyline
Disappearing bit by bit, through electricity wires 
Leaving an empty sky, save a kite here and there
And maybe an early moon

I've seen your eyes reflect my thoughts
And I want to share this little space, this slot of time, with you 
Maybe this sunset, maybe a million 
If only time were that generous

Stand with me on the terrace of this house
Watch the evening birds make their way home
Stay with me in this beautiful moment
Even as it disappears bit by bit

Into a something we will remember once in a while
In our own separate worlds 
As we watch, from rooftops, trains and window seats 
The sun melt away 
the distance between us  

Friday, April 05, 2019

breaking point

look at that cloud
heavier and heavier it gets
stealing a little bit 
from the sun, every day 
until it's completely blotched out

carry an umbrella around warily
you never know when 
it's going to burst
a cloudburst , they say 

you know when it's coming
there's an ocean within 
about to erupt 

giant drops fall noisily
one by one
at my feet
from my cheek 

Thursday, February 21, 2019


so little I know of you
maybe that's why
you are so perfect

Sunday, December 30, 2018


i'd like to go 
on a nice long train ride
through the network of your brain 

navigate through 
criss-crossed thoughts
discover secrets,
surprises and grey areas

let me roar through
steep mountains, dark tunnels 
and fertile fields of red and gold 

and ease up 
at dimly-lit abandoned stations 
nobody else cares to stop at 

look, do you see 
that cat on the platform? 
curious eyes watch 
from underneath the magazine-cart 

the door's open, 
let me stand here
and watch the sky form 
long streaks of motion blur

slow down, you say 
and patterns start to emerge
as the engine pulls into a new place

in anticipation 
of conversations over
steaming hot cups of chai 

and the promise
of exploring
uncharted waters 

the signal reflects
the fiery setting sun
it's time to get off here.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018


a shiny new car
a new shirt from the mall 
see, want, buy -- things we don't need 
but would like to have

the lightness of easy spending 
the buoyancy of affordability 

does it really make up 
for the guilt of privilege
that rests heavy

Thursday, September 06, 2018


a poetic verse
drowning in the sound 
of a crowd talking among themselves

an elaborate illustration 
lost on the walls
of a dirty, stinking subway

a beautiful song
trying to make its presence felt
among train announcements

a grey photograph
subdued by the loud
angry neon billboard 

a profound comic
dying in the noise of 
Instagram feeds

a rich voice
singing to the stars
in the middle of the desert

extraordinary works
undiscovered stories 
overshadowed by busy daily lives 

why bother at all 
to create a piece of art 
what is it worth? 

Thursday, June 21, 2018


delicate little
herb plant
you died overnight

leaves droop
and hang over 
the side of the pot

i add some water
in the hope that maybe
tomorrow you will revive yourself

and in the morning,
i find a miracle
replenished again, you're doing fine

if only this worked
for everyone.  

Monday, May 21, 2018


perhaps there are no right
and wrong decisions
perhaps there is only
a slot of time