31 December 2007

Just looking...

People looking at the world .
Through their own beliefs . Through their own experience . Through their own agendas .
Through their own eyes
31st December 2007

22 December 2007

Some dreams ....

...............Stay that way

Bird watching

Piano man

Piano man sing to me
how it used to be
start with the middle C and tell me
what I used to dream
frosty mornings and coffee in bed her coffee cup , stain
a circle on my half done poem
remind me the time, into the mirror I said
well, happy people have no stories to tell

Piano man tell me In Octaves , in semi tones
how little it took to live
a perfect life ,right out of a magazine
remind me how I swore
we would survive on just marmalade & toast
how I for hours driftlessly walked
in my hand cradled ,her hand was
dusk after dusk , we watched the setting sun paint the sky , never bored

Now stop the music
at that sharp E, my friend
Piano man try to explain
while I cling to memories, how the shimmer waned
how colour pink picked a somber shade
how and why it changed

27 October 2007

Tuba player

Jazz in the street
taking control of your feet
mellowing your heart
till it melts and pours out your eyes

The Restaurent

The Main Maan

And the other Maan ..Rustaphonics..LKF street carnival

Frightened of butterflies (Poem)

I flew with a butterfly
Up , up in to the sky
with her vivid colors & frail wings
me, she did entice
She danced around the swirling contours of the gentle autumn breeze
making me dream , tumble weed dreams
She said " take a chance now "
for it'll be too late, too soon
and like a fool I did

We flew hand in hand
soared up and up
with the wind in our face
Me , her and all the Cloudywings Holy blues, Angeled leafings
Monarchs, longtails & dreamy dusky wings
darting through the clouds
we'd scream
Plummet until we almost touched the rushing stream
we aimed for the sun and the moon
I lost my poise fell among the stars , bruised
in to the distance , watch them fade away
left with just the scars to prove,
here I lie
here I die

PS: Now I am terrified of butterflies

Ricshaw puller & the ricskaw

Macau...Infront of ferry terminal

How a good cup of coffee should look...


Cafe Mocha.