Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Postcard From Bombay

10th August 2007
Listening to the late night radio
doodling time away
thinking of what a strange mix the day has been
for me and for others
I realise things change.

Mini Punjab gets a new board
Street flower boy sells me flowers tied to branches
Naganis gets mosque-d
All my possessions are wiped clean from my room
107.1 fm plays Papa loves Mambo and Mumma loves Mambo
secretly.

Mumma loves mambo
Papa loves mambo
having a fling again
younger than spring again
feeling the zing again

tra la la,
chamki

(lots to show you guys, vague word clusters and scans from journal but Internet and scanner are countires apart.)

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