How my footsteps crunch on fallen snow My joy at a flight out of Heathrow That sound of a train on railroad tracks The tunes I’ve collected on my apple mac Supping tonic and vodka 40 percent proof The clatter of rain on an old tin roof A tattooed lady with a glint in her … More Favourite things
My eyes grow weaker with the passing of the years and yet somehow I find beauty in the smallest of things where once I raced by. The voice that once boomed has grown less insistent, my ears better at listening, I learnt to recognise the fool & the sage Wise enough now to see them … More Growing Older
Fifty eight – am I really that old The very idea leaves me quite cold I refuse to be wrinkly just wait & see Botox, colonics & blue pills for me Getting old – bollocks to that Receding hairline I will just wear a hat Hair grafts, massage, yoga as well Ageing process – It … More June 25th
The way she danced on a summer evening The shape of her fingers, traced by mine Those eyes that sparkled Perspiration mingling The peace of early morning, Her breathing a song I lost myself there.
The wife with a fine beard is a greater prize than a herd of camels & gives a sweeter scent. The cockerel sings each morning and worries not if there is ghee in the kitchen storeroom All lathis come from the tree but never has one given good fruit The bullock carts … More Old Indian proverbs that never were
heels clatter evening pavements laughter echoes wine glass chimes lipstick smears collars & cheeks red rosettes on tender necks egyptian cotton dreams rhythm of breaths morning salty tears coffee kiss goodbyes
Let’s make a pact you & me All the places we’ll go and the things we shall see No heavy baggage a pain to carry An occasional spot to pause & tarry Old clothes that don’t fit we can leave behind enough of work and daily grind Sunrise and sunsets lets savour each one Under … More Light Traveller
Far away you and I on the beach sand by a crackling fire. Reds & golds light your face I listen as you tell me your stories. Of the roads you have travelled the people lost & people found Of days your heart was broken Of lovers who healed The nights when the moon was … More Fireside
I wake in a homestay on a hillside in Dharamshala the sound of the rain pattering out a rhythm on the rusty tin roof above my eyes focus on the little window, curtains half drawn allow a column of light to break through with the dawn drops of water collect in rivulets and flow … More Akogare*
August rain drops tumble onto London pavements. Listen hard and you can hear a million umbrellas unfurl out of tube station exits, under anthracite skies office workers trudge to joyless towers lit by flickering computer screens I sit outside a cafe at Notting Hill Gate, genteel Notting Hill sheltering from the rain An old lady rough sleeper shuffles by … More The Old Lady
