February 25, 2010
I shall give myself a pat
on the shoulder (after the wells cleared up
for unearthing in me some nobility—
that little pure droplet, like a dew, a baby spring.
Run then, to where you think you can find
fuss I shan’t.
A floating leaf instead I shall be,
while remembering the ripples
begun one drizzly August night—
the very same things which now tell me
how close I came to danger.
But I choose not venom, instead
with bowl-shaped hands scoop
from the freshest fountains I can find:
for you to quench your mortal thirst
and for me, to understand you and
That I did not know
it is something I possess brings
a smile: yet it is there,
in some of the deepest sepulchers
of my heart.
25 February 2010, 3.17pm
November 26, 2009
Films and Flippings
photo from www.therebelution.com
If you’re thinking of giving me something this Christmas, I’d be happy to unwrap this book. It’s available at NB, just so you know.
More about the book? Click on the pic.
August 6, 2009
neither the song nor the moon it
was, but us, who dared tame
time—and winning but for a moment,
made now everlasting
July 28, 2009
when two hands are not enough
vertical organization 😉
the streets must be kept clean—at all times
going to school is an adventure
as fast as a rocket
pics from www.funonthenet.in
June 19, 2009
I was settled and then you come centripetal centrifugal you are delicious but our friction must just stop.
then1:25 am, 17 June 2009