More Poetry

Poetry is flowing outta me these days. Do check out:
What the blacksmith told wasn’t really a lie
Paris ain’t a dumb blonde
Pluto reborn (Concluding poem of The Pluto Trilogy)
Also, lotsa reading and lotsa surfing. And very little time to post this blog…:)
Do take care…

If muse were my lover

Two more poems, I guess. Do take a look at: Missing you at Caferati, and If muse were my lover. I am increasingly identifying with the creative community at Caferati, and it’s a nice feeling to be touched by the words/thoughts of a fellow being. Isn’t it strange that while poetry is not being published by the mainstream Indian publishers (on account of it being un-remunerative), it’s thriving on the Internet? Thank God for the Big I, and poetry lovers.
Saw two films on the idiot box: The Clearing, and The Manchurian Candidate. The Clearing was a delight and I enjoyed its philosophical dialogues, languid pace, unconventional atmospherics and power play. Somehow the end seemed abrupt and lacked conviction. The Manchurian Candidate has two great performances. That of D. Washington and Meryl Streep, but the plot is a bit convoluted.
On the personal front, Plumbing work has started at the house, and Plastering is on. Things seem to be gathering pace. (Ty,G)
Do check out this amazing site for women bloggers. More power to women. Without them it would have been a dull and boring world...:) Take care…

Lotsa Poetry

These days my creative juices are flowing. Poetry is a great stress-buster. Wrote 2 more poems over the weekend. Do take a look at Slices of Moscow, and Saving Pluto. I am also slowly doing away with the usage of all lower cases, and using Caps and punctuation, where necessary. Signs of being less diffident perhaps?
Here is a paragraph from Slices of Moscow:
And Zhenya that fifty-three year old bundle
Of energy and knowledge in raptures
Over Botticelli’s powerful The Annunciation
or Renoir’s lyrical Nude or Degas’ riveting
Blue Dancers at the Pushkin Museum
Teacher of English at the University
Lover of Darjeeling green-leaf tea
And that perennial taxi driver
a Raj Kapoor fan Main Awara Hoon
Posting pictures of two masterpieces of art I saw at the Pushkin Museum. (Both are mentioned in the poem...:)) And before I go, The Alchemy of Desire is turning out to be a fascinating read. A compelling treatise on desire. More on it later. Take care.