I read this in a newspaper a little while ago, about an octopus that photographs visitors to her tank. I’ve not done a very good attempt at this poem though. Smile for the Camera Rambo resides at Sea Life eyeing up her subjects to fit…

the tongue loosened too far by laughter the falter that comes before the fall   it is not the end of the world but it could be the end of me it is not the end of the world but it could be the end…

Sunrise every sunset stars is your love For our hearts

After the long rain the sky looks like crushed velvet and the moon a brooch

~i often think~ ~if i were a tree~ ~i would always be there~ ~waiting for me~ ~smart blossoms smell beckons~ ~we sway in the wind~ ~looking around to see~ ~who wandered in~ ~my feet reaching down~ ~with a grip of delight~ ~drinking my meals~ ~sucking…

I could sift through her mystery and suck it in to make ash. She is a poorly patterned couch. She is the pill bottles, the potential of them. Rooster alarm clocks. One sharp tooth. The fourth leaf on a clover. Wolf chewing on rawhide. She…

I’ve sat in this park for over three hundred years, yet one of them was loud then soft. No more children dance on my branches, no more couples carve my bark. Though at first I was happy, I miss them in my park. My children…

The definite boundaries define my limitations and give direction two at the same time. Intriguing yet consoling restless yet in with solace. It contains the wildness of my thoughts curls up the thoughts by an inch yet giving wings to the direction into the path…

My first trip to Kolkata, after a decade, with my family, meant visiting all the important tourist spots. One such activity was the ferry ride on river Hoogly, against the backdrop of Howrah Bridge. As we waited for our ferry, enjoying the river’s flow, and…

On my clothes hung on a line Sewn for me in soft silk twine. Carcass of a bumble bee. Floating in the wind you see. Flying  like a little kite, With my underwear so white. What a crafty tailor, you. Gulliver need fear you too….