so long..

I said goodbye at a railway station.
We waited holding hands
and used words equally cliched.
I never liked platforms -
the smell lingers on.
Of urinals, food gone bad and
the stale breath of the homeless
fast asleep on dirty ground.
But apart from the smell and sounds
that I don’t like and could -
like any intelligent person
(my mother repeatedly tells me) -
choose to ignore,
what I could not bear was
scenes from my life being on display
to the platform across the tracks.
I wish there was a way to go away
without saying farewell.

my poem (also)

Would you read my poem?
Do you think you could ?
Its a really nice poem,
I think you really should.

Would you read my poem?
It's rambling and nice,
It talks of all things good,
Of sugar, and of spice.

Would you read my poem?
It's a really pretty poem,
I think no other poem,
is as pretty as this poem*.

*because poem rhymes with poem.

a different view

today i bought a new pair of glasses
expensive rimless anti-glare
i tried them on and the world seemed different
my head felt further away from the ground

i think i've discovered a secret that i could
patent in the name of medical science:
buy a new pair of spectacles
and become 2 inches taller

no smoking

yesterday marked the end of an era
the second october smoking ban
finally kicks in today

so yesterday to mark the end
we decided to make the most of it
and smoked everywhere we could

at the restaurant around the corner
on the terrace, in the hallway
in the rickshaw on the way to work

there's no way it'll work
we said to each other
as we passed around the carton

but when the ban kicked in this morning
my throat was very sore
and i didn't feel like lighting up

problems

sometimes i think that leaving everything behind and starting anew will solve my problems

sometimes i think that starting anew will mean a new lot of problems

sometimes i think that a new lot of problems may be better than old problems

sometimes i think that old problems aren't bad enough to make me leave everything behind

but i wont.

you know if i were to
write a blog linking all blogs,
i'd have written a conclusion, to a book
already written !!!

but i wont..

you know if i were to bite three dogs,
i'd be twice shy once bitten !!!

but i wont...

you know i were to if this pome,
with this iffing this and this iffing that
i'd have written a effing iff.

but i wont.

if only i would, though.


-n

i learned today

smoking while driving
first thing in the morning
without having previously
communed with nature
is not a good idea