Thursday, November 24, 2016

A warm scarf











Sideways
They float one after another
Flakey and fluffy
Cold and sweet to watch

Their white sticks
To the helpless surface
An erasure for a dying autumn
& a memory of a summer passed

They sing quietly their magic
To wipe the hefty canvas clean
Of life & such trivialities
From the human to the machine

A fresh flare for change
They swoosh like erratic flies
Hungry and eager to bite their way
Across the northern skies

Sideways
They have arrived

21.11.16


Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Sweet Reunion












In the sun              it floats
Doodling on the museum ticket
A hot cocoa & a medium cappuccino
Hooked on a feeling
Cold dry patches of grassy earth
OOGA-CHAGA Sami departs tonight
Heat in autumn is a blessing
Single drifting is not like couple’s drifting
Urban pace is slower in the park
Shades cover shy eyes
The bare tree stands proud        (on paper as is out there yonder)
We ponder
A white line divides sky
One portion blue the other lighter
The rolling paper prays
A harmony of fume and sun splendid
Hands get busy with ink & lead
As if to no surprise they spread
Images ephemeral waning rhizomes
A black dog            a cyclist       a baby in a carriage                  a veiled mother     
The hill breathes like us
Yellow is only temporary
Free air for everyone
A street lamp                  a skinny tree                   an odd face            a crystal contraption
Tattoos with words jumble
Between the blades of pages

& the friendly silence

Monday, August 29, 2016

Like Any Other




The moon, like a slice of orange not lemon, like a hunter’s meticulous eye thirsty for blood,

hides behind the retro-looking & rusty shades of my 2.5 sized studio apartment,

while I ponder once again on the beckoning question of mind trips & soul searching.


24-8-2016

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

21-eight

The wind changes
It blows north
It slaps the leaves barely hanging
dry and dark from the embrace of their mothers
while my long hair waves upward
with excitation and a touch so soothing
felt like an infant wondering freely
in the meadows of the ending summer breeze

A big calm smiles down upon my face
as I walk back home

on this serene and hazy night…

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Letter to HB


Dear friend;

No one listens like you. You are always there when I need you.
You accompany me in my dire need to blow up steam;
Or when am confused or feeling blue…
You do not take much space. You do not ask for anything in return.
You understand the wounds & worry I hold deep inside.
Oh friend, mon semblable!
You are a bit rough round the edges with a soul made of lead & words that appear like magic-
even though you need polishing before every word you say- your companionship is necessary.
You sink with me when I drown only to raise me again when you touch my hand.
Am grateful to you old pal of mine
I hope you stick by me till the end…

Faithfully yours,  

Z.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Mid-May

It’s all
a conspiracy
to EVILIZE
the word
he says
as he treads
his Tai Chi lightly
practice in the park-

A birthday
Awakens perception
that time never
stops
till the tracks
lead nowhere
Special…Ah! An image
slithers among
reflecting grass
of yellow light
to undiscovered energy
Raw on the outside
with facial geometry
Unnoticed…

She comes out
of the subway
pink and hurling
with the electric
tracks
turning & returning
of what might be
a timely fashion

The breeze cools it down
The sun is shy
It’s blue again
And two more stops
To go…


13/5/2016

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Lucid Monday


Smoke rises
Like white fluid
Through the blue void
Of its invisible seam

A speck of a plane
Like a needle pointing south
Stitches the Northern blanket
In a straight line

One cloud diminishes into air
Transparent and there
It evaporates

Another plane passes

Cirrus or susurrus
Is certainly not citrus
In taste nor color;
It only shapes
other heavenly formations
diffused across the cold blue…
                                       
okay, back to class!

                                                                                                                            

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