Lalbagh

Lalbagh 16/11/2018 When the winter breeze begins blowing When the city’s auditoriums fill with plays Under the soft morning light in Lalbagh I sit, reading to the wind A collection of poems in hand Short stories in my bag Giant Silk Cotton Trees, three of them With me, behind the bench I sit Little men [...]

Barking

Jim Harrison’s poem ‘Barking’. I imagine the man lived a full life.  BARKING The moon comes up. The moon goes down. This is to inform you that I didn’t die young. Age swept past me but I caught up. Spring has begun here and each day brings new birds up from Mexico. Yesterday I got a [...]

Before leaving

We leave half a world of memories abandoned but after having lived them well. I cruise through those with an intention of making more, every night, after drifting into sleep. I wake up and think of the other half that is yet to be created. For the remaining half, we do not meet. We walk [...]

17/06/2018 Gjerdrum We read poetry and talk poets. They speak of times that I haven’t known. I speak of a time they have seen all of. Then those hands write in good wishes for a future, on first pages of a Szymborska book. Being gifted a Szymborska will be a memorable evening of life, because, [...]