.

sigh.

Mother's cake

the mother's day cake that my mother will be sharing along with her sister and later my cousins and i are going to share it.

sunday

sunday morning
rain is falling
clouds are shrouding the sky in grey.
i twisted to fit the covers.
but no one stole them from me.

a nightmare.

dead bodies lying on mats below my window.

because

the wait.

and then?

the ceaseless traffic,
whizzes of vehicles.

a touch a memory.

nothing tangible to hold on to.
the sweep that turns the head.

invincibilty among the masses.
alone in talk.
a reach out to another
to find some semblence of normality.

the crux, the structure, the order.
the mad semblence of craving for something.
of knowing and being in control.

look for yourself in the crowd.

of puffs galore

it's puffs galore because the king is back.

and it's raining slippers.

stripes and dots are in so watch all spaces.

take a minute

we're back here aren't we?
and i'm typing this again.

to change someone's life
to be part of someone's life.

to walk down a street once again.
to leave a place for a while and to remember that nothing much has changed, except.
perhaps in your memory.
to see how time makes monkeys of us all
and to see how we turn out at the end of life.

the beauty of a night lies in its' simplicity.
pure black with spots of light.
add a tree or two to add leaves that rustle.
sand near the sea.
a salty tongue.

beggars along the street that you-oh-so ignore.
dusty streets and dusky streets.
the glimmer of dust
as sun shimmers down on dirt.

petrol fumes and cover your mouth.

sunlight on my window to add sparkles.

lovely but in vain.

Bangkok

Clouds in my Coffee



Sunset along the street



LV flagship store



Asia Hotel