Ochre deep




For you Pooja, Happy B day!

I ve been contemplating

reflecting actually, a lot

not like I ve discovered anything new.

Same voice, same harangue

for the 1023rd time, maybe an exaggerated

number, how does it matter

shameless is shameless.


Stop procrastinating, start working,

clean  palette, squeeze, mix, smear, go onn….

basically, I may end up

never getting my act together; yet

I am  your little canary , the brilliant timbrado ,

my song like water notes – droplets, or flowy,

a’times bubbling high tones,

forever sweet and guileless.


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