meaning

so much to learn from.
so much to yearn for.


and to behave in an orderly manner under these circumstances is just unhealthy.

for saurabh, my guitarboy.

lazy evenings and a bottle of strings

double reel adoration

all but the last one only seem interested in what's happening on my right.

packing for the summer

i'll take mangoes, i think.
three crates full, not one less.
yellow curtains, no, maybe blue ones.
footwear, three pairs.
one nice one, two everyday ones.
some photo film. you never know.
i might end up using it.
summertime. what else do i need?

my bags are packed.

down with Birangi

when you use only the pointed colourpencils in your box regardless of which one it is, you get this.

kites

super-high, rattling the breeze
holding it in his fist
shaking it to bits.
the wind is right.
he opens his hand.
lets out the animal
on a leash it dances
as far as it can
straining against the pull.
the wind picks up
eager in its game
to tease.
glass string pops.
the wind dies.

hug

april

some say they heard rainbows.

sidebeard

savithri

last-course-fish

hamsa