Monday, May 21, 2012


You talk of me an' say 'how weak of him'
If only once you felt the cheek of him.

'I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word
than fair,' Only words, on acid, bespeak of him.

'Don't waste your curiosity on the self evident,'
always look for plots when I speak of him.

'yes I said yes I will Yes' and he just stared,
Not read Ulysses, or intentionally oblique of him?

Overmuch? Believe me, I try to rein it in these
nights, but my pen is so disposed to leak of him :)

Akhil, now shut up, how insincere of you,
prattling today, tomorrow, not a squeak of him.

(thanks to John Keats and Paul Scott)

Sunday, May 6, 2012

I saw him running behind the 541

It was late evening,
near the I.T.O,
I saw him running behind the 541,
and as it happens whenever you see
someone running behind a bus
your heart shadows the man
and runs with him,
and hopes he catches
what he is after
and if he scores,
you brighten up,
for his pursuit had always been yours,
and if he falls back in his trail,
you, even sitting in that bus,
also fail.