Girl Village Poems

There is a beautiful little village
Down a long rainbow coloured country lane
Known to only a few
Where  collective colourful characters reign

The residents of Rainbow Village
Are...

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I saw them walking
She caught my eye
Turned to glance
When they walked by
She in spandex 
That oh mi oh my
Said hey baby
Phat az you is
We could...

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I live in a town where all things go in
reverse. The bushes grow reversely,
shrink smaller back into seeds, and roll back
into the past-life seeds. The...

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Let me tell you a story....
of a little girl who didn't want to be a Princess!!!!

it happened a long time ago, in the life of an adorable...

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Dear Me…

                             Today my thoughts are about you, only you!
   ...

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I am a girl who decided to go to school barefoot, because that’s what other young children from needy families in a village were used...

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Standing by the window as it rains
Drenching the ground and filling the drains
Croacking frogs in adjacent plains
Scuttling pupils in  muddy grey pants

My widow neighbour...

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I saw her speaking but only heard music.
And wondered of the sanity of love, whatever it is that love might be.
I heard Mozart’s violin concerto...

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BOMBERS AND BUTCHERS
Don't worry little girl, you need not cry,
we know your tears, and feel them every one
and all too well, though many more will...

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Here comes my father;
“Sheikh Al-Arab.”
My mother made him, also, tea with milk and “gargoosh.”
Now, time to fill “al-azyar” (water clay-containers);
They are under the two huge...

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I live in towns, in between the towering building,
But still those mud houses call me, far-flung,
I live amidst the infected hinterland,
But could heed the calls...

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Indian village 
         red ribbons on grouped girls' hairs 
       ...

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She, from the village 

He has his game right, so he thinks
He stays out late with friends, important things
He hangs out with them smoking bhangi,...

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Village Beneath

From the window of the train.
Past the station with the wreath.
Down the snow covered lane.
The village sits beneath.

Past the shops with snow on roofs.
A...

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From Queens to Manhattan, I rode the subway.
I will never forget that late spring day,
when I walked into that Greenwich Village café.
This young girl practically...

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