For GnR fans

For all GnR fans

I keep knocking on heaven's door -
god, missed yesterday's night train,
couldn't soak in the November rain.
have sympathy for the devil & more.

He goes, "have patience, do not cry.
you ain't the first in bad obsession
sweet child o' mine, one in million
it's easy when you live and let die.

estranged, civil war, dust n bones fine
right next door to hell with such clues
reckless life better with shotgun blues
welcome to the jungle, you are mine."

When The Seven Stars Bloom

When the seven stars bloom in the sky, on this grass

I sit still; like a dead star starfruit-red clouds 

inside the bay waves have sunk  – descends a quiet, obedient

Bengal's twilight-blue evening – as if a long-haired lass appears in the sky:

On my face, on my eyes float her hairs;

no path on this earth has seen her –  never seen such

countless hairs' kisses fall on mango-pine, jackfruit, rose-apple ceaselessly,

never known such pleasant fragrance drip from a beauty's tresses.

On some earth's way: the fragrance of soft paddy – the essence of 
water-spinach, duck's plumes, arrow, pond water, 
glassy fish and olive barb's mild smell, 
lassie's rice-washing wet hand – that cold hand, lad-trampled nutgrass, 
the jaded silence of the red banyan fruit's saddened fragrance –  amidst these

when the seven stars bloom in the sky, Bengal's soul I feel. 

Pink is just not another color

  maybe a color of romance

I may be a color of romance

I may hint at approachability

But why think you have a chance

& up for grabs is my femininity?

I’m the sweet side of red,

the color of love and passion –

but I'm not your object abed

please note down my objection.

Do you think my playfulness

an invite ‘Hey baby, let’s ball?'

Even if I’m a color of weakness

what gives you any right at all?

If you find me too palsy-walsy,

if you think you can groove –

So my NO now you think sassy,

too rude if I stop your move.

I am hot, rose and fuchsia -

Work to play is no pink-collar

I’m Falak, Minal or Andrea

I may be tender but I’m valor.

Mother, teach your son well

so they know what is a no

Sister, tell your bro miserable

What’s a hint, when to let go?

Last night, I saw the movie Pink and I was deeply moved. Salute to the team that has conceived the story and has given it such a nice treatment. May we all be in the pink!

This morning, I realized that pink is not just another color.

September 25, 2016

Pablo and Pablo

 This poem is a tribute to two of my favorite Pablo's in the world - Pablo Picasso and Pablo Neruda.

Origamagnets!

Refrigerator magnets with origami bird; my experiments in reuse and recycling.