Paeans - and Aches

over the years

Friday, July 29, 2005

Salaam Bombay

So you’re back, old friend, unbowed,
a little damp, thirsty perhaps.
(Ironic, isn’t it? Floods,
but no water in the damn taps?)

And you’re telling brave stories
via email and SMS:
How many kilometres
you walked; how long it took; the mess

you walked through; and wasn’t it sad
that we still haven’t got a
disaster management plan;
oh, you read the new H Potter?

It’s business as usual,
you’re back, you’re selling things.
You’re picking up the phone
after the requisite two rings

Is it resilience? Pluck?
Or just that you need that pay
cheque? Whatever your reason
I’m glad you're back. Salaam, Bombay.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

riff 7 — for a rainy day

That you should be here
Is not in doubt
There’s hot tea here
And it’s raining out
There’s chocolate,
And me, here.
Don’t question it
You should be here.

(And not That she doesn’t love me.)

Couldn’t you have had BO?
Or bad breath?
A high-pitched laugh at least?
Or eat with your mouth open?
Anything so that I can say,
There’s one thing about her
I don’t love.