The Talking Street

The Talking Street

She stood there, Like an old woman with concave lips Like an old banyan that spreads its arms wider and roots deeper Like that rock by the roadside that weathers but waits for you To take a breather and rest. The ruffling leaves echoing a friend’s laughter The swish in the air bringing the scent […]

Read More

Ganesh meets Ganesh

Ganesh meets Ganesh

The sun peeked through the Arabian Sea, Rising up in the sky As the moon hid behind the white clouds. There were people running along the shore, some with their dogs – a Dalmatian, an Alsatian, and two Afghan Hounds. Ganesh stared into the sea While standing behind his uncle Unni’s pavbhaji stall Throwing loads […]

Read More

Clean Slate…

Clean Slate…

We are all born with it A clean slate With no form, shape, or colour We write on it Rewrite Or smudge But it always wipes itself clean And welcomes a new thought Written with coloured chalk Perhaps an untold tale Perhaps the past, present, future, and everything in between And sometimes nothing Back to […]

Read More