thus dark clouds surround us
and rain flies on aluminium roofsand birds freeze and fish blues
the night moon is nowhere on starlight
henderson is empty in a string of e-psychos
each and every one of them
auckland is warm with winston's hatred
zb and live want to pick on us.
one flew into a tweety's heart
just when the rains fellvictoria was grey like a dead sparrow in rialto
the vegetarian shop had the right taste
chillies sung a green tune...
your hair flows like a summer field
and lips way in coffee red lips
as rains burn the summer dream
and river green goes river grey the mist will lift
and hunt begins 24 shots miss the dart board
as smiles are exchange and i awake a rainy day
a stormy life
have i missed the boat
the English are leaving molten holeas skies burst slightly open
and wellington wind keeps me slightly warm
day 8 and a half
on a cold morningin a room without windows
a dark snake eats our souls
a bright light on the otherside of the river
out of reach in a land of alphabet
and numbers
connections occupy temporary posts
lying on the trampoline
the leaves are not exactly yellow and the evening gold blasts frankton'srugby shouts
hamilton is going into its winter as I need the extra avil sleep
cycles bursting with energy and allow myself this pleasure under
tamarind tree
three more months and the winter will be gone
hope's little excited mellow gleeful screams as her dad chases her
aucklnad just a wee bit warmer...just a wee bit
may the 8th...
a soft light streams through a magnetic field and wood floors creak with joint injuries2 a.m.s are not romantic times as a slow walk a delayed switch a multiplied exodus
from eden's stadium to mount roskill and smokes coming from red red earth
frozen fires
winter burns holes in my jacketwe walk towards the light
through siberian starlit sky canoe
russian millworkers
smokin fire
looking for an african lioness
triangles float freezing bones
savanna's murderous run is taupo's black magazine
storm
So Igo where
the wind
takes me
I am a maple leaf
in
autumn blast
Shoe horn & Kitchen
the pinkpot key criesas the old wood shakes
on roofs and sound
three cats hide their true feelings
left some food on stove and heart at your door
frankton has mountains and lights at two and sarah's
lipstuck swan swing the pond a lake in your german eyes
the car picked me up on time and life is hard on a soft bed
your moonlit body burns my soul
dhruv walks home from school
--everyday shorter hotter women
asit's brother bought wrangler for Rs. 20
we bought thums up500 for 165
at chiu kau
and I asked for tintin comics
and pain agar had rin tin tin
we were a poor community
and threw water balloons at vernacular girls
I was crazy to through a frozen balloon and no one was hurt
and the ma poster
and diamond talkies
crossing Devonport bridge
**
with a lady that came from green moon
her father grew the healthy stuff in his hippie fields
melanie smiled emma cried and needed emotional pills
the white words watch Irani football
as padre hit the ball and I ate the pink salmon
someone knows adhyatma
--
spiritual neo green moon
cold cold cold is the moonfine for an opening line
but eyes are clear over Melbourne skies
and an old aborigine fire burning
in an adhyatmic hut
a jogan that sings krsna songs
a continent vibrates
last jay jay night
i tried to rope in and kite the knight moonthrough the sky window above my bath
i thought of your moonlight beauty
and the fish that pond in jungle green
i thought of your nude light
and a crazy dream that last eek had been
and your breasts that heaved and paved
a love on a concrete slab cobbled stone pavement
the little hut that sees no light
but i see universe in your eyes julia
the janitor boy
knows cash rulz everythingand moon kills love
the one with old eyes
throwing black bags and green bags
listening to Michael learns to rock
philosophy sleeps in a dream
sleep walking sleep talking
whistling at specks on a starry night
false blond
love is such a brittle thing that leaves the little bridge lameher blond hair is a real thing that leaves her smile queuing
for her lips over a green river staring at an impossible moon
her voice a forever dream her waves a distant spring her love
impossible her heart can feel the fire of the false blond julia
a forever night separates spring from rain a dark angel a fox
gone grey early winter strikes your heart hurt hurdle I know
roses are murder and pineapple cats as feline your leo black pants
as she came knocking again
as she came knocking againin may when the sun went down
tumbling stars came blinking burning near
eden's thorns and aroma gone
stairs shook silently
Is it you out there?
a tear that linked us
denied us and slightly charmed the life out
as leaves fall again
and wind is cold
kiwi black sheep
dark moon river,black river moon,
green moon bridge,
walking in a mist,
canadian whiff,
vancouver rumour,
brown are the ducks,
black the sky,
suneal suneal,
sun dark empire,
burning, slightly wild,
randomly reckless,
idea spot,
green moon river...
jess a mile away from here
cows love rock fm
looking at cowsmilked to
tune of rock FM.
Holi Cow.
It's colour in India
bleeding every heart
in an afternoon hot yellow dusty road.
in NZ not Raj.
is
walking on train bridgethinking of jessica
staring at moonball
reflecting green waikato
water as train
comes reminiscence
a childhood circus.
stars over impossible fairview
*a night ticks next to the green paint box **the lights are glowing*
*small boat's sink*
*as stars rise fall fall fall rise again*
*your eyes are Canadian blue*
*the fireflies take the sky*
*waikaremoana comes to mind*
*we sit at the edge of wild jungles*
*outside an old school library*
*the **midnight** biker is scaring us*
*you pick up your packed bags*
*Anglicans are home tonight and emma long gone from*
*Parnell Henderson Waterview*
*no one has to die tonight*
last straws in several quarters
old men ride bikeslavina's father came home
large hearts none understood
he consented after looking at plumbing
and black titanic that bhavin loved
the names are gone michelle
the names are gone
happening mountains
love surrendersrunning runninga handshake samoana night unevencity lakes hillsocean windsno sleep drizzles KepburnHorrid love cat stinksbad courses lead homea fresh airport calls my namewaikaremoana
indigenous pigeonin a night burnt by freezing moonlight
and stars wannabe for attention
icy lake’s Christchurch hands
eternal love
and a little terrorism
in an old inn that asterix would love
scorched by sun
froze by lake
twisted the snakes
and a waterfalls with million specks
of Maori history
jail house rocks the blunt Indian curry
and a tanned face is eternal love
and the night that stared through an open gazebo
tiger
tiger
burns bright
in forest nights
at gmail and yahoo
slights and sparrows
pigeons and peacocks
a rustling fire in your Spanish eyes
a kiss on your maori lips
wind gone
damp wood cries with cat poodlesa falling house in a wind starved city
the rain sweats sits and dies
pakistan burns
wellington bleeds
hamilton sweats
india sleeps
us gets a pint from iraq
your mormon face smiles
On a quiet Minara Masjid night
decide to take a walkdown the darker streets
Bombay mosques and the debris,
Muslim side. lights Ramadan
Bombay Mutton Masala, Fish Tandoori, Chicken Biryani….
VEGAN Police guns AK47s. drugs and
Payal’s chicken masala
aluminium tub of hot water
the green blue bathroom where we kids blocked the water to make it a bath\the time when yashi brought wada from churchgate
and we had to pass time to see amar akbar Anthony
and superman two and buying stuff from cheaper by dozen at elco
and the streets of colaba facing Arabian sea
the day when we threw water balloons and pale-fulls on girls
when we bought a gun in a pink pack for Rs 12
the cycle race at juhu beach just cousins
the first bharat TV that showed Santa Kookdee
Killbill and the phase
when Krishna terrace was the love joint
yes been there done that
bonny is hiding
behind the tankits late night
and the papal tree hides
moonlight
we jump on black rusty ladder
water tank cement cave after treasure island
crime wave in mawiton
sardar’s khota scooter
bony’s car
natalie’s short shorts
jessy’s alive laughter (those were the days)
before she died we climbed mango trees
on summer afternoons
and freeman and pankaj were kind to me
with pepsi
and video games
Jumping on garden tops
*is a school butterfly that sings jailhouse rock* *misses abyss carved out of stones* *
catches helicopter fly* *
a tadpole that thinks it's a fish*
*and all algebra sums are right
but proofs are impossible
and Natalie sheth's classic crush
tall in 83*
*waikato grass got that look on a hot morn
cows are in the field and bells on crosses
a beanie keeps me warm tonight*
*cool
cool
Canada*
*is **canada** dry
Wellington softly goes home*
black swan
Do you remember floating with me in a freezing lake in urewera junglesat waikaremoana?
Do you remember eating vegetarian meal at a Maori tent in urewera
jungles at waikaremoana?
no year can start
or endwithout
thinking of you
or
warkworth.
after two
months in hamilton
am going
to wellington.
got chosen
in the poetry
writing course.
spend new year
at
waikaremoana
with tame iti
and other terrorists
deep in the jungles
of urewera
in a gazebo
not a tent
in the freezing waters
where black swans swim.
and toi toi grows
like pampas
thought of you
and your fight
for moaris and
other just / fair causes
reminding me
of why you are
impossible to forget
if donkeys knew the colour of saffron
snake pits would be a safer placeas */wawa /*waters rise
acid for brain
colored to show waves
a coffe place goes begging
crying alone in the rains
a smile a heart a tadpole jumps
out of the muddy pond
a silence scratch
a banana yellow and darkan arms truck filled with opium
warlords shouting chants on the street
as pakistan burns
tires on streets
wakes to a no tomorrow
night sleeps silently tonight
outside my venetianlove,
you are a saviour ,
you are
in europe
at will,
the dark lord
tides spider
intrusive is the moon at 4:00
like,a story
here a fantasy there,a
bus
leaves hamilton tonight
good bdays in bad years
chasing purple light cannot sleep tonightdance drama passion betrayal
a dirty game suneal can play
let's play this the woman's way
lets fan fires die and life get up and over the
iron fence that you cherish
the cloud gauged
night sleeps silently tonightoutside my venetian love
you are a saviour
you are in europe at will
the dark lord tides spider like
a story here a fantasy there
a bus leaves hamilton tonight
las vegas darkness dark mistress
can coffee put one to sleepas fat red cow with an engagement ring
bubbles the warm water in Jacuzzi
filled to the brim with anti-histamines
chlorine replicares tithal shores
40 degreez in a yet cold night
michelle is passé frame rulz the pictorian valley
of dandy lions bleeding in may 7000 times grey
Irene Irene one emma million irenes
cambridge sands jump to the skies
million dreams billion stars old book shopsabandoned lakes flying boats
singing waves
gold
silver
diamond rings
an old salvation hat lost
thailand chillies bounce in sky
you smile and old castles breathe
and water paintings come to light
farms pass and rainbows chunky
as lion's breath kisses fire dragon sounds
an old red café still around
love sings a new tune in your eyes
peace is having no questions Mandee
ass from hamilton
Oh teacher teacher you said you were red….andkindly sarcastic to new unclicked boy
foreign friends you had your favours
prudence won and true and great
but I was late
crab and his single status frustrated the cobwebs
in the hole
you were my blood where were you
when 9 letters came
computers lost and palmed and pain
pity that
nothing came from you
in an old cowboy clown town that clicked
what happened there
psychedelic pity
screened a waterloo blade
no one volunteered for me
icr
I see herComing
On
line
have i?
done right?
By staying
invisible
then there was the guy on the street
he asked me not to judge his country on concrete slopes near ANZAChe told me this is not how we are. I smiled
I knew in joe's barnee place with chap dog squeak
as I watched winded move clouds that hid sky tower
I knew that in emma's lap as she cried a waterview
don't go away she said and I labored at the warehouse
I have connected to your city sweet emma
there was this blond. scorpio femme fatale
in farmer's who gave me her picture number
she was from the city
but emma came and emma left
and mom lived died lived died lived died again
and the ace got stuck in the last heel
achilles elephant that passed through the eye of the needle
only the tail remained
and here I am in the city of a spa
hot too hot or cold too cold
and here I have made myself available
calling space waiting to go home
i will give you love that i never knew
I will give you sun and its treacherous UV defectionI will give you the white lie fickle as fuck the moon
I will give you May but not Amy
June but not Emma
I will never give you Emma
nor Wellington
las vegas darkness dark mistress
can coffee put one to sleep
as fat red cow with an engagement ring
bubbles the warm water in Jacuzzi
filled to the brim with anti-histamines
chlorine replicares tithal shores
40 degreez in a yet cold night
michelle is passé frame rulz the pictorian valley
of dandy lions bleeding in may 7000 times grey
Irene Irene one emma million irenes
false dream of the painted gypsy
wind chimes mad green apple fadesfloats a million bubble thumping stars
into a bright windmill
it's x'mas and the hens are running
the prostitutes have left Istanbul
danced a horrendous lie in her pregnant painted phase
sun is a thief stealing light
dark river flows in murky duck tails
little rays of golden hopeless untruths
tired warriors need to sleep
die kill feed before they eat
someone is cursing the red fort bells
calling jehangir the just
byron lost p-lot
still just one Emma
cow laurels
black dark green grey evil waters
of Wa'
over a moonless starless
powerless small pond
small city weed ridden
with
pork displaying hatred for terrorists
pork jumping beef bouncing
a brotherhood toils at a weak fashion
MNDNA
lovers kiss in central park hamilton
i munch a samosa or two
a duck or two float on a green river
a clean unclean dog dream and pee river
wooden bridge shakes cafe tea grass
a party on 8th
a blank birthday shoots bullets
central plaza tinsel silver shiny red
burning xmas plaza first meeting plaza
green jasmine iranian dream sparta anger
hugging plaza
orange juice.
blue eyes
opium plaza
guru plaza
aum jogger jumping joy plaza
Das
It was in those days when we picked up sticksfrom Kamil's Karkhana and the wooden sword was
made Dharam Veer style as we had a dual by
the Papaya tree & rubber band stayed Bharat's nails broke
I was proud and dad laughed as wood painted blood sword
of Rawal broke. He died of Aids Bharat a few years ago
In those days das came to stay in our small room
during the day as sunlight's microdust came through
Eastern window
Das praised me and patched Utkarsh's many
knickers so I could tear them at play
and promised me that I would win a dual
with Boman Irani
Das and me went to his hillcrest garbage down Dahisar
slum and made potato wada from memory
on a nice afternoon when he shaved and showered
and said 'waaah' even Alexander would not do this
ghost stories and magic continued
and carrom board games we won and lost
and books I cut and patched in smaller books
I stitched. Small was beautiful
except for my women
Dubai Adarsh Sev Mamra factory
there is a lie in ever cornerbut the lie is beautiful pig
it's getting cold
Dubai glitters
on the moat
in the ferry
across the bridge is
temple mosque bur dubai
deira is sweet and filled
with street walking slits
in a black saudi arabian night
filipinos will smile
russians with burn
sands bleed
and chinese walk the shore line
without a brass
Glittering waikato
Remember the night I walked from that 7 star studded beachWhat was the name
The Americans were in bikinis
And the Germans believed in IT prowess
What was the name of that beach
7 dhms I paid and Ajit crashed his car
as I crossed Bur Dubai to Deira
to your Choopa Choop shop
toy shops and levis dukaan
with thick banana shake
parathas from Malaysia
and red chilli sweet sauce
from thailand
can we kill one camel at a time
In an ancient bazaarOn a shore behind a wall I ran to pee
They sell fresh fruits & locals are there
No camels just khajoors and gunny bags
And those small potatoes that give arabs
Their Arabian nights. I am not Iranian but Pakistanis
Believe with their sharjah hangover of a cheated cricket match
"You cant trust them" the horse power potato costs
70 dhms a kg. discos are full of you and lavinas
glitterati and rashi's dreams of unfaithfulness
burj al arab/jumeira beach
Rising shaped like a boat in the nightAs Mahesh flies to 100 miles to dhabi
Ignoring cameras and going to sleep
By a bonfire on a night Arabic sky
Tazaaa Chai
then rush to the slums behindour building to the small million
shops with their cute lights
pass the egg house big house
kidney stone nurse house
go for the paper hanging sachets
Red Lipton blue Brooke Bond
Yellow for fifteen paise
avoid the muck JUMP
over the dirty brook
Jump over other grime
JUMP over the ghetto
return to the small house
in the nig building
where cate came from kitchen window
Dad's Early Morning Tea
walk half asleepbuffalo dairy half closed
half jumping watching cowboys in wooden heels
cleaning cowshit buffaloes sweep
flies with ears
we are scared
Jumped over slippery
green waters moss Pee
buffalo moved
slightly bitter lemonade
Mormon churches brinf Sesa into bright lightThe white shirts and black suits and elders that
speak logically as Keith speeds down curves and bounce
a ride in Disney world near the temple that points skywards
and prim and proper walking straight living erect
off the slow winds of the slow farmland on
the outskirts of Hamilton