Poetry

I had come to the kitchen to fix a bracket fan
When I noticed a grey, ponderous chap,
sitting smug and unseen near the tea-whitener can.
He was nibbling a slice of cinnamon bread …

Dear, with your sketchbook and a pencil box,
neatly placed beside your trendy cigarette case;
and the book that you read with so much grace,
you look as if …

There is an awami mela at Liberty Market.
Every evening I walk there
along tree-lined streets
the full moon to the left, …

here’s an image of indigenised hippieness:
perhaps I should wear flowers in the lapel of
my achkan/ kurta (what would you prefer?)
drag my charpai out to Wagah where the gate to India is …