(published on 29th August 2008 in www.inbandra.in )
DECEMBER 17, 2007
A man and a woman
are one
Bandra is less.
FEB 20, 2008
I know noble accents
and also what they mean.
But I know, too,
that Bandra is butchered
by what I know.
APRIL 18, 2008
Wind at the Bandstand promenade filled me
with brittle fate.
beyond it the water moved adding nothing
and everything.
JUNE 2, 2008
When the houses at Pereirawadi came down
it marked the edge
of the last circle.
JUNE 22, 2008
I do not know what to
believe the imperative of
survival or the inevitability
of gentrification the
demolition or just after.
JULY 14, 2008
Traffic snarl at Hill Road
the only moving thing
is the muddy water in the pothole.
JULY 18, 2008
Afternoon all evening
It no longer rained
The street child at Bandra station waited
In the mud.
AUG 15, 2008
The cobbler at Ambedkar road, flag in hand
basked in the sunshine
The sunshine went up for sale.
DEC 19, 2008
I was of one mind
like the mind
who knows the use of Bandra
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