27. Good morning, Mumbai
The roads were picture-perfect with rocks
overflowing
Haji Ali mysteries near the winding flyover
Car horns meshing with crow's caws.
28. My morning in Mumbai :
My morning came back full of feisty crows
Fed on Mumbai garbages and fetid sea-fish
Of the harbor’s heights.
29. In the hollow of my downy back
Your after-being remains as refusal.
30. There was wind in the hair
My thoughts fell into the skin
When everything happened
Nothing actually occurred
31. In the horizon I looked far enough
And deep in the tree’s silences
The leaves rustled in the night.
32. Refusal
I know you have said that enough
In the day’s heat and moon’s eclipse.
33. Up there the cosmic egg flickered
Beyond the trees
The blue emitted golden rays
In the silky clouds there.
34. This summer seemed undecided
When the monsoon shall begin
In the salt water and hills
To journey across the mountains
And windy coconuts.
35. Yesterday morning a little bird shrieked on
the wire
My garden was full of them and under them,
below the wires.
36. She does not speak to me in several dreams
on my pillow
I know she is now in the other room, the far
corner one.
37. Darkness drowns us all,bush,hills and sky
Except the hum of the sea-waves.
38. When you walk alone under the stars
The night bush exists separate from you
Just a speck of black ,for a while.
39. Their men’s bloated egos did not show on
their faces
Their egos showed on the women’s stomachs
On the little heirs who came from there.
40. When the silks arrived they forgot
women’s faces
The women sat gossiping about
other women
Other women in harem and their fine
draperies.
41. Sultans and their faceless women
The women's drapery
Interrupted their noses
And seeing eyes
Under vaulting domes
And resounding halls.
42. There is a chimera on the tarred road
A woman with a metal pot on head
Poetry strikes in the whir of the head
A body posture replying.
43. The prostate enlargement
As love’s summers passed for wintry nights
The joke is now on me prostate and falling
And now I try to make pretty poetry out of it.
44. The E.C.G.technician
A white ghost with a tail in his neck
Watched the geometry of my heart
On the flatness of a luminous world .
45. They do not harm ,these green snakes
But their slither-feel is so much disagreeable
And they merge so effortlessly in her
shadows.
46. At night she burrowed her face in the pillow
As they dreamed together their joint dreams
And some times their separate dreams.
47. Love was truly a splendorous thing
Behind closed doors and drawn curtains.
48. Children played in the compound,collecting
Warm twigs for the ensuing festival bonfire.
49. Images crowded like people ,in the mind
As the noisy train fan whirred pointlessly.
50. My mother
All the while we chant strange words
That mean nothing to us or to her
Our words are ashes ,our love ashes
A bag of of yellowed bones .
51. River noise and river silence
Swept by leaning trees and rocks
Carry ashes of our living since dead.
52. At dusk cream-colored mosquito-nets
Hid shadows coalescing into each other
Outside the autumn leaves fell
Carpeting the garden floor