Musing on an Evening City Street

Dusk falls on a city street

I am the homeless without shelter

Or a destination planned

Perhaps you have gone my way before

You have seen my face

But knew not how famous I am

To the world I’m a citizen at large

Destitute and hungry

If only I can snatch that piece of bread

From your laden table

If only you remember my name.


I Once Saw My Father


I once saw my father

though I never knew him in person

he came to me one night

his eyes taped up

blood stains on hiss weathered hands

we talked – well, I talked; he listened

I asked where he had gone all these years

of the things he had seen and dreamed

the loves he had and the hate he bore inside

he taped me on the head

had to go along, he said

and like that he walked into the night

I once saw my dad

and like that I woke up and cried.


Father’s Song

The road was long

The journey into the night tough

So many we have lost along the way

Yet so many we have in turn gained

Though we split at the last junction behind

You got taken away when I needed you so bad

You were my standing shoulder

A rock I could rest upon

A water I drank

But like the god who flew too close to the sun

You left – gone too soon, so sudden

You will be missed

I will carry on still

With your grace, your love

Someday we will meet again

In time I will let go of this pain

Ever to walk tall in your shade

Until then, rest father. Rest.


One day, and it is coming,

Just like the northern strong winds

I will become old and grey

Skin shrivelled and brain senile

Sitting often with a mug of tea in hand

And reminisce more about the past:

Did I love you enough?

Did I play with the kids often?

Did we smile and laugh a lot?

Just as we were there to bury our Dead

When we too become dead

Who will pick up the burden to bear?

So many questions

My mind grows weary with fear

This cup of tea is getting warm

Like me seated here by the fireplace alone

While outside it has started to snow.

A Song to Myself


Today I wrote a song to myself

Nobody else was invited

These walls shield my music

These lyrics I can only keep for so long . . .

Today I did away with you from my mind

I can only drink your wine too much

Before my pain, my hurt, these feelings

Become revelers at my wake . . .

Today the sun did not come out to play

It was the first day all over again

I walk the wilderness alone

All I have for company is my shadow . . .

This is a song to myself

Dark and bleak, so it seems

I hear Rama crying for her lost son

How was it to know it was me all along.