black berrycats

a kitten unsaved by dad
another in reshma's busy backstreet
achyut was certified by drunk man needing to talk
atul's polio was thrown and stamps lot
that which never started can never end, krishna
we need more chillie in your satvik food...gayatri's juhu Isckon
smuggling salt on sundays
yashica camera and the crayons that coloured the back of phantom comics
took picture of white kitten that jumped me screaming on a long balcony

green leaves, brown leaves, yellow leaves and then there it was....the island bay song
the art cathedral with 18 spirits witing as an old one made disapproving face
i trapped on wooden bench lost for two hours in the romance of art, met dan
old paper found. was an abstract of a cleaning roster on X-mas
john's cats are away and paul's cat shed hair on may and longburn street
3 smiles later mary's vacuum cleaner sat next to amnesia

In Eksar village on the pond that floats lotus....huge oily leaves
that holds no water and mrathi women do cultural drama and dnce
we pause the walk and sit on the street...mickey and me

as on the cobbled stones watching old roman movies next to 3rd Bhoiwada

I never met her & it wasn't a watery grave. I never knew her
in mirages sands and camel dungeons...the orange folder spoke to the small museum
in Picton. Everything else stood still...just the ghosts in Kaikora ranges

may you float outside blue homes
in suns and elephants
and love at hand with a marble smile

Mohan's first poem was what my poetry should have been
In Juhu lanes are banana sellers
before you reach the guys who make samosa pass the grime
and Mutton shop and then there is the Thursday tomb that keeps us safe