Tag Archives: Bombay

eyes

Unfurl me then In the arithmetic of your desire| With eyes That could bleed subterranean rivers dry Eyes that narrate Fables of a breathless haste, a fumbling tizzy of hands| I have found a spot In the bustling side roads … Continue reading

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morning

and dawn looks through the French windows, ruffles my hair and slips in between the sheets knocks on the door of my breath and listens to me with an ear to my chest listens to the tangerine ring of sleep … Continue reading

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make way poet

there are words. and there are words. and there are the oiled limbs of inflection that snake through the imagination of a tumbling scape. A madman taps on the door of my mind and brings to me the universe wrapped … Continue reading

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bombay

Walk down a crowded street in the thick of this city. Walk through the cobbles, the dirt, the garbage, the dambar and the grime. Look up. left. right. below. scan the tops of domes, and parapets, and sulabh shauchalays and the charred … Continue reading

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Marine Drive

 

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Note

It’s uncanny, almost ridiculous. The sight of a city creeping up on you like a cocked gun in the dark. Always when you’ve forgotten that familiar reek of something not quite right. Of the grime, the filth, the death, the … Continue reading

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bombay dreams

It’s so sad that Bombay never sleeps. I want to see the city snore. I want to see it take angdai, and snuggle into the night’s arms. I want to see the moon smile at a morning unconcerned with the … Continue reading

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