3/4/08

Aaie...My mother


When mother becomes daughter
and daughter, mother...
my thinking cap flies high up from my head
and comes back on my lap
with colours of shining sea,damp forest and rainy sky
with smells of rice,turmeric, oil,paper and chelpark ink
and some sound of my own bangles...

When mother becomes daughter
and daughter, mother...

I put my voice down into the glass of water
and the water goes down in me
with a speed of a heavy lump or may be an elephant
with sounds of caressing, flowing, cleaning and scrubbing
and some sound of my own song...

-ka

3/3/08

blogging with salt,pepper and little sugar


I felt like a celebrity today, meditating on the front page of mumbai mirror

The credit goes to this blog of mine which is making people think about a secret or double life of Junuka.

Wonderful.I heard some gossip about myself and was wondering if it was an act of immature creative imagination or a mere curiosity?anyways I enjoyed it...

Blogging is like cooking... with salt,pepper and a pinch of sugary sugar

I would love to know about my life through my blog!