I Went

down into the streets

to get a haircut

everywhere people

rushed by

motorbikes cars rickshaws

they went by the salon

behind glass I saw

pretty women

on their way to work

and when I had had

my haircut

my very short haircut

the wind ran round my head

I lifted up

into the blue skies

from my high chair

I breathed white clouds

people fled from my head

some shying to look at me

some happily amused

while one or two were clearly

angry and threatening

I went home and took

a bath

I shampooed my hair

till it stood like a forest cool calm


and then the world settled

in my head

and the day curled up to me

as I read

a book in bed.


The above poem is from my first book Reeling (2012).


The Mind Is A Minefield

of anxiety bombs

how they spark slowly

and go off

who comes to my mind

who wants in

who wants out

outside the world is one whole

green plain

in the evening

the sky is silver

I don’t know what it thinks

I only see how sad it is

and how it bends down

all the way

to kiss the earth.