Saturday, May 23, 2009

wispy song
meandering, like
the carving on your chillum

fingers tripping
on the fretboard

gypsy stoner,
where are you going?

Monday, May 11, 2009

wooden chords
lazily drifting along
nylon strings

picking up words
scrawled in my head,
finding melody
in the space between

my song,
dancing lightly
like a smoke ring

evaporating into
the warmth of my room,
the colours
of the afternoon.

Tuesday, May 05, 2009


bent double,
rippling brown skin

under her
loosely draped
faded saree

dragging palm fronds
on the road
her nosering sparkling

against the sun,
as she gestures
to us for help

young shining eyes,

gummy grin
and wise wrinkles,