clouds glamour poetry

a small candle calls
in my mom's voice
St Francis is reassurance
a plethora of smiles
tasting head dips on silver blue eve
life's hot iron burning
my joints on a frozen night

what did you leave for witi today

love war and acity called auckland
dark clouds bright clouds and a long white
a stranded love at a waterview bus-stop
a pacific curl of million sparks – a smile
a damp road filled with colgate
a country turning third world, my fault?
a kiss towards wellington…a cry for epsom
an ancient ancient history building
a warrior called buddha Billy's Cry Some
Tim Cahill or Seymore … Hear less
2002
2003,
2004,

2005
and 2006

and the year of the goat

a city called Bombay and a country called India
a PDF file that goes to california or Portugal
a travel piece througn the bylanes of two whorehouses
cities coloured with paan
graphic books in hope of redemption
am I grumpy now that Caroline's gone
A graduate diploma that seeks my favourite poets and people
marshy legs sabreing perks
and that cunt from US of A

who died at your bust stop, last nights?

evening filled night with rain
magical moments bleed again
metamorphosis of a ring story
acid falls from sky and blinker eyes

tiny spotlights an fable stars

the nymph smiles and the sky turns lipstick strawberry red
the golden star fills the grey winter with a solid splash of warmth
an old lab has a new new radiance
a glowworm smiles
a melody speaks
is it dove?

the death of abdul rehman sharif

the bharat nagar sun at the government bandra colony goes down like
the sinbad and the eye of the tiger as french toasts fry and maasi sweats
the burning train was sterling express and br chopra a son of a bitch
the paper rockets rise and fall and this is the seventh death it could
have been the first the cancer sun hits the tropic of capricorn.
his specs and the colourful tee shirts he gave me came from dubai
and sameer is strong and the voice of indiana is strong and the koran
he did not believe in came to his aid in his death. he was my diary hero
as aunty prayed to her hindu jain god and ask him to leave as they would survive
a tear reached his open ceiling eyes that were open in coma for two days now
he loved his food and lived his life. now is gone & oh the difference to maasi.

distant burning parnell

japan and her indonesian lover
onions on beach road
no panell not for me
jangles my jaded jewels
run up and down and round
and around
a lonely lopsided lamp burns

oh my concentration

where do i get my concentration from
i stick to 700 poems
i can barely think straight and too fast
i can't survive anti histamines
and people swallow P.
Sherry is tall and chinese
my words and songs and books
drugged by sleep

Robs palace

a milli000000n b00ks
and my missing hangers
the only cat I loved
Michelle suggested Ginsberg
but he sucks too many dongs
I prefer O hara having him confused with O Henry
I love leggot and frame and selina and avia
even baxter so what if he is fame
my hurting bones are testimony to my obvious dislike
for salsa
not latinos

somewhere in a dancing corner

besides a cross tower
a grey and brown stoned
after a night drugged
by avil the antihistamines
and those bobs that brushed me
violently
and a music that still goes
in my head
india slaughtered england
and making my wuthering way
through Jane's pride
and tom fins scrapped in
twain
i pause even try to breathe
dettol is keeping me asleep
million thoughts and pauses
and magnet lillies
and little brocollis
and traces of pepperment tea
and your huge taupo breasts

climbing gilbert hill

One tree hill
in andheri we can see as we pretend to play with lilliputs
I am a bit too kind as cousin utkarsh wants to hit them
the fruit salad was good and the batata wada i love
but brother ravi and me climbed gilbert tree hill
as the gravel shook and we nearly fell
but someone was saving us
as kamil pushed me on a wooden plank over a mined quarry
but balance and i was saved
a string of i was saved
sudha maasi saved me from drowning
and everytime i jumped i was saved

The cobbler

on a cross street in Bombay heat stitches with his waxed threads
our football is torn and Stanley does not want to go to ashoka sports
we wait and haggle
as his child is crying in the ragged tent
swinging from a rusted nail in the wall
the shop next door sells illicit country-made liquor
and stinks to timbuktoo
my grandpa is going to the temple in his cream silk dhoti
i often come here as my slippers are always broken
and the waste paper basket shop next to udipi restaurant
sells cricketing pictures of barry richards in colour
juhu lane is alive with small toy inside peppermint packs
the green and pink thing moves as you whistle
dimple must be 5 and i am 8
a decade yet to meet though i spend my days at krsna
near the well where i fell in love with her
but that was 85 this is abba era not michael jackson's beat it
i can barely sing its hot in bombay

What is Colonisation?

Colonisation is a clear division between two groups of people. When one set of
people are 'rulers' and other set is the one that does menial work. if you open
your eyes and see that it is only one class that is doing the menial work as in
the6y have actually been imported to do the menial work like cleaning toilets
and doing labour and yet are stereotyped as doll-mongers and fat lazy peoplw
and then it extends to another race that is also an immigrant race. Let's take
an asian example: Chinese. When this ruling class charges five times the fee
amount to this new people and yet blame them for getting the education
standards down. When suddenly a Samoan man is stereotyped as rapist and indians
as molesteors and media pictures ugly-cised as was done in a doctor's case who
was a good looking innocent dude in Australia and his hand drawn image
extremely ugly. That is racism.
But racism can work in subtle ways by an overzealous white girl being too PC and
thus condescending and just going all out and saying all Islanders are good all
whites are bad. That makes the whole argument a little less logical and a
little more ridiculuous and in the end a bunch a racist people will laugh at
this argument. Thus, a PC protestor has done more harm than good.
Colonisation is divide and rule when Samoans hate Tongans and Tobgans Niuiens
and Maoris Indiands and Indians Chinese.
When engineers work at petrol pum stations and airplan wings fall out. When
suddenly all Indians are wife beaters and all Samoans are child abusers and at
the same time the indian mind is eulogised and Samoan smile and Maori heart is
eulogised. In a country where there is a certain unity in one colour so much so
that if you are on a motorway and there is a cop they warn each others by
flashing lights, How on earth will a new immigrant ever have a chance when a
man named Winston Peters is more against Asians than Pakehas?
Colonisation is when one of the ruling party realise that you are going to
complain against one of 'them' and you lose credibilty. Suddenly from being a
bright star you become an extreme guy who tells the truth. Too intense isn't
it? The truth. The Chinese are giving us drugs but who is using it the most?
I should know about racism we invented the caste system and we invented the
lower classes but the clear demarkation was not colour of the skin so who would
know racism more than me.
But then hey, I am just the guy who does not get along with anyone so what
credibilty does my voice have. I am like the Hawaiins who are not allowed to
camp (LITTER) on the beach in their own country, since it is against the law. I
am a second language speaker who is taught grammar by insecure impotent
60-year-old just because I am a threar and he has hots for a 30-year-old and i
kick his ass in public forum. So what do i become? I become the loud-mouth
Indian who would kill his wife who whores around. I become a guy who likes
woman. the heterosexual mad bastard who is going against biology. It is
inappropriate for a man to like women especially if it gives old farts a shit
in their pants. i am the dangerous guy who speaks the truth. Somebody warn uni
depts. This man is trouble. political Insane animals…who does not view the
natives as a species that is both cute like gulliver's lilliputs and incestous,
carnivarous human eating animals. sorry I call spade a spade. And you can take
me to the Principal or god. But this is my definition of a colony unless we are
talking about colony of ants and then it would be slightly different. I do like
wordsworth though.