Tuesday, June 05, 2018

she was just so serene

(in 2004, in the women's singles final of wimbledon, 17-year-old maria sharapova beat two-time defending champion serena williams 6-1, 6-4. in her autobiography, sharapova wrote she feels williams hates her for being the skinny kid who beat her at wimbledon and that it motivates her whenever they play each other. then they've met 19 times since then and williams won the last 18. yesterday, williams withdrew from their french open  4th round match with a muscle injury) 

the continuing story of williams and sharapova
(with apologies to lennon-mccartney) 

she was just 17
green, but oh so mean
the way she stood
just made me stop and stare
i wanna hat-trick of titles
but she had me thinkin' there

she started with a bang
my shots just boomeranged
and before too long
she had me beaten fair and square
i would've done a 'trick of titles
but she had me weepin' there

well, she's had a blast
it's gonna be her last
she'll never get any moooore

she's now 31
and never has she won
in 18 times 
we've met since two-oh-oh-four
i missed making it nine-teen-oh
gimme a shoulder to cry on

well, she's had a blast
it's gonna be her last
she'll never get any moooore

KJ Blues 

Woke up in the morning
Didn't know what to do
Called up my friend KJ
He said you've got the Blues

He said Don't you worry
You seem to be a-daze
Just come over to my parlour
The place we call the Haze

I'll play you Hilt & AJ
Lou Majaw and Blu
Something for your soul, mate
Tips and Rudy too

Woke up in the morning
Didn't know what to do
I miss my good friend Kiran
I got them KJ Blues

(RIP Kiranjit Sant)

Saturday, January 06, 2018


you have the right 
to ruin
your own lives

i will stay away

you have the right
to run 
your own lives

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

painted lady

constant c
is speed of light
sun to earth
8-minute flight

mystery is
speed of time
a day never ends
a year rushes by

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

voice mail

a call, the warmth 
of a voice, a quickie
an instant surge 
that dies with a clickie

a letter, it can be read, 
savoured at leisure, 
then re-read 
for renewed pleasure.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

us = them

we were young once
trust reposed in instinct
bliss being ourselves
individual, distinct

we've worked hard now
seduced by success
we've become them, and how
high priests of excess

then we made art
now we make money
'tis the curse of ageing
cloudy skies sunny, blue

the end you're in

covert txt
illict tryst
pangs of death

and they died happily ever after

no pretext
plain out of 

and they lived happily ever after 

enjoy the end you're in 
enjoy the enduring

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Short Story

let me die living today
tomorrow's an illusion

they killed me

Friday, March 25, 2016

Johan Cruyff r.i.p.
(divine paradox)

a lifetime
of deeds
forever sublime

but only death