A poem

Drip with me ,
togather in a dewdrop

Out from the heart of a flower
we call Love

Into the porous throat of the earth
To become a vein of a stream

Out from the heart of a flower
Also a significant part of
An ocean called: Eternity.

To the coming of Spring.

Life takes me by the shoulders
and whispers
a poem of peace in my ears

How close i feel to the universe.

Quietness is healing
Every space between
me and myself

The wild grass grows out of my pen

The almond trees bloom

Enough has been written for today.

Facing face to face.

How can i say i feel freedom
when all my yesterdays still clings to me

So many words said and unsaid
So many stabs and wounds still unhealed
So many unfulfilled desires still haunting

Have'nt said something to each other since a long time

And it has become difficult
to find something to say

Gingered faced gypsy.

Ginger faced gypsy,
your jingling feet fascinates me

In each little jingle
a sweet secret dwells
Like copper pots dropping
into a deep dark well.

Your hair like beehives
curls through your veils.
Your shinning marble eyes;
your Bulbul voice.

Your mother
in her haythatched kitchen cooks

And your father
makes merry with his band.

While so freely you lay
here in my hands

Touching hurriedly hungryly
unknown lands
Your pomegranate kisses,
soft seeping blisses
Your dainty little hips
and your nipple tips

Will they move like this till morning.

Ginger faced gypsy,
I quietly left
Knowing
we 'll never cross our paths again
But i still think of you
Wondering
what your gypsylittle name was.

Mumbai city souvenirs.

I

Bombay city,
parts of you exhausts me,
So many eyes haunted by a nameless disease of the mind.

Bombay city,
your music is only the sound of rushing, cars, trains, people.

Bombay city,
my eyes too have been eaten by your vultures,
and my flesh is being torn.
Through your dark tunnels, subways, lanes and piles of buildings
i hear
the coughing human heart.

Bombay city,
your nights are'nt really quite;
amidst the thick gloomy fog
in the neon lights
the hankering hawkering still goes on.

Bombay city,
indifferent to life and death
what more can i say about you.
Cries , moans, shouts, screams,
headaches,heartaches,soulaches.....
Blood and gutters, life and germs,
all mingling in our genetic pool.

II

Mumbai;
the otherside -less glorious;
The green blue gutters,
far lethal than acid,
a green tree grows from it;
a sparrow sips from it;
A child sits besides relieving his constipated belly.

Through the subways
the train moves in the morning
From the suburbs to the city.
A hundred thousands of them
shitting between the raiway tracks;
And cancerous shrubs sprouts,
on flows the gutters from somebody's toilets, urinals, basins;
A million streams where children play in the monsoon rains;

Mumbai,
you tell me that life goes on.


III

Slums
and more slums;
growing daily
in the lies and deceptions of the city.

Brawls ,fights, rapes, molests, glamour.
A child with a soul
must kill the soul to live.

IV

Allergic and allergic again;
Sights and smell nauseating;
developping, deteriorating,
Don't touch me Bombay city
When parts of you are so full
of sickness, pus and phlegm,

how can i say that all is well.


V

In two brief hours
how many suicides i 've committed
I can't digest your cruel laws.
Men in the streets
knock
before doors
that won't open.

A soul stood before me
knowing not
what to trust,

But it stood there
till the downpouring rain came
Looking
at passing blank faces.

VI

My nose burns,
my lungs like two black air bags heaves;
Slowly the city enters - making me a part of it;

Showing me where to fit in.

Cyanide dust is everywhere
in my eyes ,
in my thoughts,
In my heart,
in my breath,
in my laughter.

Living in cyanide- you know, what it is.
I'm dying.


VII

Mumbai,
what have i seen in you
to have loved you.

Creativity -- is it boredom silenced

How else to love you

How else do you expect me to love you
If not by stepping into your soul
If not by seeing through your eyes.
If not by gathering and ungathering
The vallies and mountains where all the rivers of your hearts
sing in silence.

How else can i kiss you
If not by undoing your desires in my mouth.
If not by spreading your fragrance on my skin.
If not by delivering and surrendering
so that all of you and me can just be one.