My Wild Child

You built red mazes of truth and lies
Your puzzles keep the sun awake

You play with the lost wild flowers
your poems turn them to shades of pink

You tickle the black clouds gently
your touch makes their palms sweat

You stray from the concrete curves
your tunes make the streams sway

You flirt with the serene evenings
the sky blushes and the birds flutter

You ditch the moon for the red star
every night the moon melts an arc

You live a dream every night
Stars glisten with your glittering eyes

You, my dearest wild child,
give nature a reason to be

A Rhyme for Mou

A sub and a book is all she needs
She eats the sub and the book she reads

She wears glasses and looks through them
She goes to lush and buys ahem ahem

She eats at mess then hogs at TT
Sweet tiramisu and anything meaty

She sleeps a lot and likes it quiet
Aerobics is on but to hell with the diet

I like her and I think she likes me
In Bombay we’ll meet and friends we’ll be.

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To the wonderful times and rhymes with Mou!

Stuck between here and the moon!

She spread her wings and coloured them purple
She looked around her to find the fresh grass dancing

She chose to stay there a night and soak in white dew
She packed some of the pink that she stole from the roses

She loved the blues but chose to go to the black of the moon
She sprinkled her pink on it, laid down the fresh green cushions

She then settled down somewhere
between here and the moon


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Dedicated to Pranky- one of the most colourful dreamers I know

To Uma

Silver rings and golden dents
Beatle’s love and lush scents
Warm hugs and gleaming eyes
Plush cushions and Radiant smiles
Yeh sama and Denver’s Country roads
Your voice, my base and Guitar chords
Jugalbandi with neighboring speakers
Between Ghazals and The Beatles

Cheers to two years of neighbourhood!