See you at six

see you at six at an anglican church that nelson bled her heart in parnell
and i cried as she laughed and the moon was winking at big bright rock
It's Pitt that needs a tenor a slant from Mayers and fountain where black haired
clipped eyebrows and pinched steel ears gather to plan a suicide are they goths
or gorks
as green slants like bhulabhai desai road and scotia place sun shines in justin
mckelvie mode
where painters draw under a tree and poets eat hot chicken curries
See you at six brother Rob
as the chorus sings and whores walk the streets and life goes on and sun has
gone
and dark rains lash us into a sweet smile that emma gave

Krsna Apartments

Round and round the stairs go behind the stairs million Dimples
Kirad is still jealous is he? Loy pursuing music and soul and heart
There's a well that gives borewell water and lights go away in Bombay
I jump the wall. Madhav plays great guitar. I do care what women think of me
what a fucking loser...and many croak king my Elvis renditions. UoA Lib word
a white fluffy dog on terrace lift thrown to the floor. Like suicides of Seema's
mom and dad. Punjabis and Moslems Filmi to the core. One jumped over 8th floor
and
then another and another and another. The terrace was Napolean's platform
informing
us of our dreams. As I threw the dog and wiped the fingerprints and change bed
covers
around and around
Father Dilip Kumarish actor is dead and it's been 22 years since we jogged and
we kissed behind the lifts. It was love - we called her DDT and her awesome
sister PPT.
Table Tennis and catch and cook and life that lived a million lies and love
and Miss Universe Priya Pradhan

32 mm

when you change names you change vibrations
add to that bombing iraq
and burning oil fields
the water has to rise
Rekha Varma always said the day
sea leaves its boundaries
hell will break loose
as trees uproot and walls collapse
5000 corruption years coming back to bite
it's raining in the city of gold
where everyone found a job and food
on a sleepy footpath

Don Bosco hay

The scouts are marching and the red house is marching and the birds thirsty in
the summer trees
marching
the smiles are matching
hen's chicks roosters
through baskets in a small walkie lane
between the ghettos of borivali
mom polishes my brown shoe black
cherry blossom and the cobbler
on the street...the freedom fighter
in a torn cold tent charges 5 bucks
as I run to Ic Colony's bright black stone tar road
St francis on top of a hill
Sir raghu asks us not to cut cakes
He's the headmaster now
He walked faster than we the litter
through huts and ponds and onion garlic smells
dominic walked our clean floored building like a God
he came from the huts of Grant Road
Vitamin K for sunshine
and the school band goes
as we march. blue house changed my luck
Red was great. susu in the Bed
hid Tom Brown's School Days that I never read
and Alistair Mclean. Never read
just read heathcliff the cat comedy
and the reading room jokes. what makes the road broad
and silly jokes and songs of Ms Cynthia era. She was nice
as we marched and ran as punishment. Ms paul was a stunner
and moral science with bad thoughts for the days and punishment on
the yellow hay that went green when the rains came and frogs sang
peacock danced and odd story of a snake that was caught in the green tall grass
in July. we tried rugby and fought and punched and catch and cook and football
wild
the hay and on trees we perched. Santanu's prediction for Natalie was true
and guy talks and guy talks and guy talks about girls.

Bombay Rains

Jagjeet's ghazal as it is heard on radio just before the light go off
It's running and my niece and brother are dancing in knee deep water
take this wealth...take this fame...and if you want take this youth
but return to me my childhood monsoon the paper boat and the rain water.
water has cooled mom and she sleeps better as she ages and prozac smiles
Wonder if Emma is fine. As I drenched in a million green droplets in domain
dark as Kerala but no snakes as muddy grim dances with drops & ducks & gulls
I take off my wet woolen jacket as hot air pumps into my veins slip slopes
Rains are rains everywhere. The whole planet is under water. Petrol rises
The whites after a lifetime of feeling cold welcome the warm even in dubai
and me after starving for rains: it's an indian thing welcome winter woos
To each is own.

Mark

I saw the Tom Sawyer book after ages
and not the dead rat nor the white fence
nor the the dark cave stayed with me
but what stayed was becky's kiss
Becky Thatcher and I had read the kiss
again and again and again
and love was kiss and kiss was love
sex was a necessity like skit but love was kiss
and huckleberry thanks to an australian duplicate
walked deserts to find gospel singing whores
and sanfrancisco prostitutes with new lip sticks
and old kisses and a railroad that had survived the californian
gold rush as I remembered
a waste paper mart in Vile Parle where i let Nejha Go
i bought a brown organic authentic looking Tom Sawyer
and read the kiss and the trapezes act to impress the girl
and the sharing of gum on the Mississipi
and the sharing of cake in a cave and running after ghosts
and opening graves

fat are the chances

Lease a Sam you'll see in a texan drawl

blowing fire

history

is made on rainy days as clocks tower and trees bend cicadas sing
samosas fry. love bites and art hoicks us into oblivious oblivion
the slopes are gentler with you as wilson is parked in a steely home
trust is slamming like an open window. this is so much like gazebo
like a movie in the bombay rains where we are wet and AC kisses our skins
on red carpets and salty popcorns. isn't that what you like? buttered
and it rains in Eros and yet warm and christopher reeve is flying
jehangir art gallery has akbar's china and guns and cannons from wars
it's raining and the black parsee buildings owned by the british hide
veg burgers. a potato cutlet and here in auckland the heater is Indian AC
and the cold is Indian heat and when it merges it intersperses and matches
what i felt as i crossed hornimon circle with water in venice sloshing
through hot wada paus. four days of rains and university of bombay has a huge
line for MA part I ...may be I come back another day and stare at gateway of
india...cold but warm. mom allows us through the back door and gives me my pink
towel i'm feminine. we have bought shoes from the streets and had pau bhaji
its raining and the art gallery has zeroed in our hearts as an intensely sweet
experience and it's raining. this is how history is made as i see the distant
white castle flickering under the Hilton and fountains and upper street. have a
pie. it's raining.

a small cafe

under a slanted chalk greened with trees and honey
a quiet couch raining grey continues trickles of bare trees
as i sip one sip at a time hot peppermint tea at declined counter
do you sleep in my dorment heart Irene or is it just this cold wind
I am strange but tell me how if it is good tell me
if it is bad definitely tell

strange

how artfield gobble you in their creamy walls and airraids as two pots
of ice tea attacks the veins unclogging bitterness and grey rains
escalators sing a new new new song. wendy's chicken crisp with bacon
served by a muslim girl but i wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait
in the wooden walls and a wooden floor creamed with a secret abyss chandeliers
dance
i breathe. you come in like a cream jacket unsoiled by snow. the fish
feels nothing like a pisces epic but starts swallowing us one by one
pulls us without disdain but we do not care. we do not move. the zebra inches
zorses dance
the left eye is flickering and the goats are let loose on the mountain as the
ace
ww2 plane moves in strength swoops flies and wipes to zero in on the chief
the las vegas dancer the storm the guitar and the angel with a hawkdove
love chief is left in a san francisco airport prevents you from falling
billions of million street lights as in condensation love stands out
powerful at matchsticks gobble a teddy bear that kills the cannible
the bipolar society is eating at each other. innocence sings a black vulnerbale
head
on fire yet the bureaucratic boxes fit into their places in coffins with cables
mashing into korea
and we pause. 4 matchsticks wipe heads...loving chiefs and pilots and cable boys

Cream brick bed

A bright yellow lotus quickens by the sands
curling curly cute waves & oyster blue wild
takuna wind. cold green, liquor nights nursing
whangerai soul burning a white candle storm by
your bed. you call out a name

Irene

When I look at the starts in rural Auckland
smiling heartbeats black rainbows will sky
leaves breathing not touching lips...you need
space time. I need graveyards to walk through
cyber cafes to search for your name. love only
your love. a silver ring shines next to a fish

Pronounced Walk-Worth Christmas 2004
old memories were bound to spark
stream gum ache 'green wave' corn chip

greenish yellowish amazon river
'The Broken Ear'
a hilly lawn
rain forests.
park filled brim with tigers, leopards and foxes.
fern looks like coconut trees
two birds Sea gulls and ducks
pier parellel stream
no snakes, scorpions or wild animals ducks
perfected their landing fly and in one smooth glide
over the river and go underwater for the fish.
breath taking as ducks glide in pairs.
I fell asleep for a minute on the wooden bench
as a cool silent breeze and the calm of the
green water and gliding gulls and ducks overtook my senses.
like Waitakeres

sitting besides you

in a cheater of a cyber backpacker eating leftovers
brown red aware love at first sight is a possibility
exit aware of your breathing
red cross aware of your smell
thoughts & you
aware...afraid
happy
crzeee happy mad music
dolphin in the head

Elephanta Caves

when Fua scratched into the Arabian Sea
ants bit our backsides like a namibian tribe
sex 8 times in the night. dancing on the black stone
gateway somewhere grandpa was there
potato bhaji and bread in zoo picnics
mom loved me single handedly
5 ruppee picnic and bitter lemonade
small kashmir and lost money on wooden
musical branch

This picture is taken by my friend Jay jay (Jelle Jan Bankert) a 19 year old boy from holland.

Colour

a soft slow mist rises over whangerai

and then it rains
sun hides seeks
finds nothing
snake mountains
red clay blood terrain
maori fields
waitangi day
old broken tractors
warkworth bleeding eye
sky towers home
home but yet not warm

caged in a neon sorrow

lies a sparrow a mermaid
a haunted eerie maid murmers a
distinct song that souls can here
you sweep stars in a silence sour.

a slow fire rising

in the back drop of IC Colony
where a vegetable-curry-maker
creates chicken and egg delicasies
the roti don't cost much. two ruppeees
a piece and i bicycle to the dark
lampless street lit by a wild fire
that makes rice and dhal. argue for
4 rotis and onions as sparks fly
like fireflies and the woman makes rotis
some pickle is thrown in with a bit of lemon
the black tar road goes to St Francis
Don Bosco and the fields and swamps
where indians cook chinese meals on streets
Bombay has the best food sold on streets
as we climb greenish hillocks on all sides
of Borivali. Through Mother Theresa's destitute homes
and pitch black creek full of ganesh statutettes through
the clay years. waters rising. your blond hair and eaten finger nails
make you look beautiful and vulnerable at the same time. I paint
a mental picture. pilfer a song and photograph as rains make everything green
from mandpeshwar to bhulabhai desai road where daniella lives
a tomb that grands wishes called Haji Ali. a church that awards peace
as pigs get ready to be slaughtered in the black clean kind of cages

In the lush greeen jungles of Kerala

mowgli country. god's own backyard million snakes
million sweets. million spices. million lakes
one brown dusty bus-shaking road. deadly prize
in deep afro waters of coconut curls. toddy fields
mad elephants 2000 year old churches. St. Tom gun
flower brings blood into my sands ebbs million times less
where are you? who are you? what are you? how are you?
when are you coming back to me? snaking into the rubber plantation
that sam like deeping in the everfresh waters of a tiny white-churched
village. brooming white yellow brown sand all in one with black
big snakes are less poisonous. water snakes are tasty in bangkok
small boat in gorai. my blue rubber raft that grandpaa carried all over europe
onions are two bucks a KG. People smoke bidi. cats drown in small back waters
near rice paddies. women work man drink. small man on cycles. big man on motorbykes
chappati white flour roti round and round. half burnt brown as it rains in mowli
we are hot and grab a leaf and drink from the skies as the leaf routes
bread is great with garlic and potato gravy. a chinese bell goes off
as chinese nets catch indian fish near jewish synagogue. we have sinned
slipped over the mossy thousand here stone into a green pond that takes care of
its own ecology as Earth burns
and sky burns
and waters burn
Tsunami rises
Phoenix false

The fountain at albert park

a soft yellow petal called waitangi day
gentle waters gently rush. just kisses no fuss
massey short stories silently starts stutters, stammers the dark
bronze work of art. beauty is its own respite. you are the flower
you are the month. you are the day. magnifying mind's eternal complexity
some poetry. some esp. a dolphin floats in my blue mind. M has put fish in my fray
maple leaves in canadian winter. indian summer...what's happening to me
myriad life's possibilities as a 91-year old lies dead
galloping into sun's rays. lemme live life while i'm here. tomorrow is near, unnear,
clear unclear, water sand mist clogged into one called destiny. Live.

Signature Bhujia on Mt Albert

A veggie pie at BP awaits the news
of grandpa's death. maasi cries mom's dry
must be anti depression pills. i rejoice
a 91 year old dies in peace despite bad kidneys
goes in his sleep flat lines into eternity
lime and ginger beer soootes the long train track to
the west of the west as effie returns twinkle in her eyes
i salute a man that travelled the globe
a man at age of 68 saw the planet
as prayers of jain gods and munis fill the air
and incense burns and ghee burns and petrol burns
the man is free. the man is free

radhe radhe govind.......govind radhe

bells crinkle hands on toes bouncing on marble
green sea of grass with black white horse
prana is life and disciple is beautiful
bells bells bells bells bells bells bells
temple swings aloe vira cauliflower brocolli
colour recites on a khakhi harmonium. hare krsna
hare krsna krsna krsna hare hare
hare raam
hare raam raam raam hare hare

They are Coming

cockroaches out of hanuted mansions
dark bloody full moony night
altered mind yet martha catches
death as is darling

dark radar

endless words summer afternoons early rains
endless storms black mist rises snowy shadows
words arrows arsenal heading a disaster who cares?
afternoons black grey purple yellow beach soul bares
laziness sand traps fowl castles baking cakes muffin
screams for a veggie pie. sometimes rain sometimes storm
how long? you are home not alone sharing bed with loneliness
how long?

hockey pockey summer

tar burns hay. warkworth dairy smiles
a hug from a talented stranger volcano
kisses albert. a peck from owl
such is serendipity
a long flowing green and red skirt
molten lava burning fences, woods greens
mags open strangers smile buskers say warm farewell

shovel

grain, glimmer, gold
sweat, salinity, symposium
glad, gutsy and gunning
boobs blowing banal
fried fish fired
em ends amends

lipstick from hell

queen st sighs - many miles cape reinga heat
keopa swings - four square fanta pizza hurts a small helpless maori chicken
whangerei is hit. a flying fish in oh that blue
taupo needs a chinese love not the fat argentinian
i love fat women. thin make me cry. an embrace that does not melt
a sigh that sings not

Kurukshetra

as the kaurav millions surrounded abhimanyu
he lost touch...who's friend...who's foe
ten more jungle miles of anonymity
millions of untied tails cutting through lobster
a tear bloody merciless judgement
fighting through damage

across

across the green sea
beyond the waters near rangatito
eyes shall meet
a stranger across concrete
at cross roads of red
you are gentle with a balanced charm
coffee coloured lips
radiant eyes

Fallen from a Mango Tree

Eaten by crows
fallen yellow leaf
pregnant indian summer
luscious crime book
crimson outplaying black
black outstaging max

what do you want

what do you really want
empty streets
full streets
meat
no meat
love
just friendship
honesty
brutally true
deception is not you
but the lab is filled
with pcs
rest sleep
or exercise
brain or brawn
style or freedom
hostel or your own house

hauntings

emily bronte haunts you
ann rand haunts you
robyn hide haunts you
sylvia plath haunts you
may mcnol haunts you
danielle steele haunts you
shakespeare's dead sister Julia
haunts you

virginia woolf taunts you
oh man you are doomed

real fast internet

real slow life

cyclist on K rd
lost his true love
sunny at westmere
auckland's greatest secret

ocean jades road hikes
falls curves jumps
just like life
just like life

heat

Mahabaleshwar cooler than hot island
green leaves million snakes panther tales
child sooth-sayers accurate winter mornings.
Abdul's panther
Abdul's taxi sooth on backsides
waterfalls the sahyadris
cool Pune great Shivaji's
conquest evil Afzal Khan
its green but hay will go
gold in summer and sweat trickles
waterfalls

2007

lets learn to say
`empty streets what if
no one lives by sunshine
cathedrals blind parnell
stalking dears unsee clear
slabs meat green gray graphic sea

old hemant kumar songs
cow dung and simplistic life
no lanterns or bullock carts
take us to the next village

juggernaut's here. a blind eye
stalking rumours and stealing lies
korean song in black cafe
border's on other side

blue sky gold sun time flies with sea gulls
turmeric curry and chilli red doors
your couch is ouch but smile is nice
with a dash of garlic...parth needs to help

but number's false and room choked
a promise i can keep under dark skies
walking 3ks under shade and sun
last font is magnified or lea.

flat stones and round stones

flat black dark silver grey wintery watery cancerian december
sun's hiding running freeing itself from the morbid intensities
seldom sure slightly sarcastic sadly solid solidly slight safe in solidarity
such is life!

barefeet

as lights blinker on empty streets
little oxygen escapes with gold
in your hair...you smile
protecting hearts...long distance
slight tinkle in the beats
a need...a want...then emptiness

any

item
today
will
be
five
dollars

moon sickles grey fluff

ihavehadenough
christmas twins forgotten
goneeeeeeee are the raining chins
ggggggggggone are the smiling whims
a chalk on black slate
two aunts running in rain
years gone hopes fled
juhu tara gains an ugly name

bleed soft

Ink imposter shaving error
borders on brave new world
band aid songs cut through hours
red is going. red is gone

sylvia smiles. wounds wanna be victorious
rains sun draught africa cries
queen is vacuum like a song
santa broken showing fingers

barrel

filled with blank shots
blank blank blank blank blank blank
do you feel lucky

a long

empty pipe
hollow at both ends
nothing no air
not even vacuum inside

the woman

he slept with last night
was someone's true love
as vengeance reddened
every spark..

i will hold my poison

no throw it nor let it go
plough skulls on a red field
its about me.
let leaves drop
and lives go as grey waters sleep
sea see-saws
it's about me...

Is Jemma dead

its detox
the sea blows like a plough a sythe
a psythe
a grey blue sanity massed
gentle as a violin
am i sad
relief after a storm no
earthquake
no famine - sukha
winds rising coming rains
sands blowing trumpet
do i care

leaves

leaves million myriad bouncing suns
one world bouncing blackening bob the builder
a chariot a cherry a dream eternal spree
a fancy a love an infatuation is shining fancy me?
a white cross a smile a empathy a million miles mourning me

why do i sleep on sunny arvos

on brownish velvet uni couches
like a homeless person...finding
solace in the familiar...grey
world of litt pitt and wax towers
blue water fountains and white birds

sonnet songs

cicada confused on wooded weed vile sweet everlasting sounds
sun reflects your pale skin with a million mole dots brownish black
you are slim. you are white. a bit confused. a bit too slim. a bit nice.
you are not half an island nor a nightingale's swan seagull nor song
you are bloodred flower singing summer spring slight dream pale not white
you are eyes in the uni book shop as i read milk honey. just a sip. not too
potent
you stay rooted to my unfelt tears that come softer than dew with no feelings
no shame as the eyes look at me. ask me to follow her. my hair has grown. i'm
back
i care but do not show. summer is setting passions on fry as maple's green still
in an ancient jungle that alexander fell, died. historians made a false fable
fail
sunlight bounces on grey green tar roads windows glass blond hair toughened by
time

shout

a bright sunny day who needs emma
mind over matter. heart over head
yeti gets up. samson shines. am back

warm shower

YMCA window shadows maples on Pitt
Warm sprays refrigerates frozen beans
Sea and Ski keeps me alive. Lisa smiles
Moon fully drunk bounces on window pane
Sky tower shows of its two colours
what's it to me?

scorpion blood

fatique captures dolphin in the sky
green sea rolls over mission bay devonport
devouring slights creating volcanic ripples
red shines
black bruises

compete

warned you
but hey you want to compete
winds howl as you crawl
you cannot win
even when you think you can
even when you feel you have
i wish you luck
tomorrow
you have no self-esteem...

purple huts

devonport cons get smaller
buddhist monk disappears
green ocean rises. scorpio falls

too temporary

God's temping as cupid
it's tempting but short lived
I'm attempting to seek forever.