to my white man

here it is to the white man
claims to have his ways
just like rain drops
trickling down all the savories

thereby the seepage into the brown earth
as if the roots have stretched
and the leaves have found the radiance

fluffy fair clouds come again embracing
the deposits of the savories on the bronze world

its bandh today

sensitive eyes

paint these pictures

after all the incision

how about some rice

adornment

Harvest time

350 it is

LIGHTS

how do we fix the lights?

Just A day

just shine on

while we wait

flavours

Sankata devi

CANT YOU SEE

They Do, They dont

gold, silver, Copper, bronze......

you might know this

in between

Hide and seek

monsoon bliss

I could write a song

1000 miles is known, you ask for one
You make me realize
I could ride, just ride
To find you with a smile

And yes, I could write a song
To get your blueberry kisses
To make honey that is one of a kind
So lets skip this part of fearlessness and desireless
and all about leaving it simple
And yes i could write a song.

just a feeling

Yes, simple it is for seeds to scatter
concealed within, feeling all belonged
conceiving of the possibilities as you break out
while putting your self in line
just in time to realize the hunger

get swallowed down just when you open your eyes
hovering, running to get beneath yet again
so it’s the second try
to stretch out the roots
to catch the light, hoping the right time

negated it was the perseverance of the seed
felt foraged as a fodder by all the outgrown
stomping, rambling cutting my own
was it to follow all the rest?
or will the roots dig deeper
but for all I wish
is for the shoot to “be”
an austere yet a particular “be”

ITS THE AFTER WORLD

hold you dear

prabi you will be missed
even though we ve never kissed
you ll forget about us
but we wont make a fuss
we ve had some good times
eating all those limes
to dancing in our room
to cleaning with a broom
your a farmer lady
whos a bit shady
you ve left us all here
but we ll still hold you dear
even though you re not near

i love yeasmine so much, man. she s the coolest na, and i wish i was more like her. maaaamoooooooo.