A Witness  Meandering through With a burden Of a day The dark beauty blossomed.   Through the land of Silenced people Enforcing A beautiful uncertainty.   A memory like A corpse, transcending Curling smoke the only speaker From a

  A room full of clocks In a room full of clocks in a palace too clean, your guide with the saffron turban and immaculately pleated trousers points to Turkish clocks and French clocks and Italian clocks and Russian clocks.

  This is East Finchley I What are you doing over there and why? Walking treading slipping gripping stamping: Why have you done that, and for whom? For whom?   Not for anyone, anything, not for! Gravelly gravel grates grinds

  Matchstick Monologue I was a matchstick, I remained useful for many- In many ways.   Many people removed the wax from their ear with me here and there. Many people used me to clean their teeth after the meal.

  You Have Reached Me But I Am Not Here. Please Leave A Message After The Tone: I never thought I’d be saying this Not to you. Not on a machine. Not after all this time. Time? Is it in

  from rivers and towns: fireflies and fish conversations those fireflies and rivers wanted to get to the roads over the banks of refugee shacks over tumbling tempo hoods over our embarrassed long and rounded vowels just to smell the

  13 Insomniac Moons Night ceases to be a sedative, a journey through wilderness, weary traveller’s hammock, her trailing footprints or that lingering winter breath. December, 3.01 AM   Night has become an unintelligible prescription,   January, 3.02 AM. A

  A River of Gold Where colours make sounds, Red for laughter, yellow for tears Red for love, yellow for longing This moment when sounds – still Motion – suspended – 39,500 ft in the sky – Captain something called

   Trust… My capricious fancies Meander as they will Through the clouds Volubly flowing through To you  Hope As the dawn Fills the sky The first light Intrudes the night Capturing yellow Pink with blue Darkness can mellow The past