Going

to this far away
place in my
mind.
Don’t know when
I’ll get there;
don’t know what
I’ll find.

Of

all the things that
I've left behind,
I miss me the
most.

Affirmation

I am
an Indian noodles.






Written on the back of a Madras auto. Still trying to figure out what it means. Other than of course, that he is an Indian noodle of some kind :-)

Rearranging

those moments in my head;
first becomes second,
second moves a few spaces
and some,
some stay stuck,
refusing to change places.

Erm, exercise?

Yeah, sure!
Right after I take
one more piece
of this lovely
chocolate cake.






Written for a Caferati exercise on "Exercise".

DON'T

do urinals here.
Who does
Urinals here is
An Idiot and Scoundral!








Just read this ‘Piss off’ message on one of the oldest buildings in Bangalore, the one that houses the Cash Pharmacy. A beautiful stone building which is probably next in line for demolition to make way for one of those Hi-Tech horrors in concrete. Makes you wonder who the real idiots and scoundrels are, no?

Umbrage

What you feel
towards your
Umbrella when it
abandons you in
the middle of a
downpour?



:-)

Promises

"When we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above
I’ll love you till I die"

You are still alive.