Panic Child

Black Tar

Road winding down

Sand river shining in the hot sun

Diesel monsters rushing by

tear vapours..

dream images, haunting, parents death

it wont be if i cross the lamp post

in 50 paces..

one , two, three

no..its foolishness

would you say 60 paces..

creeky school gate..

blue and white

another day, dizzy memories..

oh mommy, dont ever say it..

hope orphaned, clutching the bag

coming with me like

the shadow of the banyan tree..

Cold Lava

Smiles, the teeth, that line near the mouth

Men and women

Gold diggers..

Why this ?

Heart, cold palm, did you say its smooth..

Traffic, cold blast..that strand of hair near the dashboard..

Music, your voice, my voice

Life, for me and for you..

window images..it will pass..

the lava will cool..

Freedom

It came all of a sudden
For a change its refreshing
And its not about anyone else but me
from huddling lamb to a roaring lion
I am not afraid
and i am alone..

Memorains

Tropics

Tropical garden..

Tropical city..Dusty..tar and mud..roadside shops..people every where

Was it a sunday? not sure..remembered to be bored delicious..

Hey its going to rain..

wind blowing hot and cold, pulling dust,leaves and solitary plastic bag..

Soul addiction to riding the bike to emerge in the pregnant clouds..

As you ride the drops of water flowers kindle the nostril of dust to release the scent

The passerby huddle in bus stands and becoming concern corners..

The engine revs to go past the crowd,with water seeping through the shirt down to the trousers..

Take the shelter to watch the rain pounding the sidewalk,

Smell of fresh brewing tea and cigarette smoke..

lone girl riding the bicycle home..

the car bathing the street dog..

i am not in a hurry for the time is standing still...

Self Base line

Look ..

trying to change one's self

While trying to change one's self

The Self changed..

Seeing the self changed while trying to change one's self..

Hey..start all over again..