Sir Garry

Eighty Nine 
& Out
365
Not Out
Forever

the bedspread

opportunity came

a-knocking

i rush to open 

the door

trip over my

wildest dreams

fall headlong

to the floor

in a mist, eerie

yet to clear

a voice, softly 

in my head

opportunity, it's

fool's gold!

better prone lying

than wakeful dead 

 

rip, a lifetime 

in bed spent

sleeping beauty too

serenely bedspread

opportunity came

a-knocking

handsome prince

or kiss of death?

 

 

  

 

The Wimbledon Dream

federer is in action

centre court spellbound

he serves and he volleys 

oooh-aaah goes the crowd

the fun has just begun

the feast is yet to come

strawberries and cream

the wimbledon fan's dream

 

federer is in motion

rolex stops to watch

a leap here, a swoosh there

unique glow awash

delight tho' the tennis is

the feast is yet to come 

strawberries and cream

the wimbledon fan's dream

federer is a point away

cup within his reach

royals swoon in their box

others shriek and screech

wimbledone, end of dream  

answer to my prayer

the strawberry's blonde

and from the creamy layer

Random Axes Memory

a box of discarded identities

a tangle of string and paper

once it mattered so much

Random Access Memory

a box of discarded identities

tangle of string and paper

once it mattered so much

 RIP Rossi

you broke our hearts, paolo,

world cup 82

you killed zico 

with him socrates too

redemption you got

denying schumacher-many

yet my heart bleeds

how can i forgive you

RIP Diego

the world

at his feet

but t'was 

the hand

that made 

him GOD

Fall, Level, Bruise

Garden Path

in the walk of life

our trails came together

we came to a fork

you turned left; i said good night

Shot to Pieces

i snapped at you 

in anger; you left

i now live with  

my photo, graphic memory


Flood Pressure 
life without love they say 
is a desert; how untrue

it's monsoon; i'm drowning 
in the tears i shed for you

Black Whole
darkness has long gone, 
why is it  still night

unburden my heart
let it be light

14th of July

have you ever stopped and wondered

what it would be to stop time; or just pause it 

like sivaji does in paatum naane bhavamum naane

when my music stops the world grinds to a halt

and action movies becomes still life paintings

do it then, as federer serves for the match

when i arch my back and raise my arms and 

bend my knees and toss the ball

do it then, after the finger moves but before it writes

do it then, after the trigger's pressed but before gunfire

do it then, in that limbo between salivation and sensation

do it then, before time travels from anticipation to conclusion  

do it then, while i get a whiff of heaven

do it then, before the dream's wakeful dead

do it now, and keep doing it  again

pause, rewind, play ... but not the bitter end

1st & 4most

one to come, one to tie

two to win, one to die

just one it is, one no more

kiwis have wings but kiwis don't fly, 

no one scored less, no one scored more

the match is won on the score of four

beyond a boundary, limited over rules 

three lions up three lions soar

Everpest

old man on the hillside

summit in his sight

sherpa to the left

fixed rope to the right

two hundred in front of  him

two hundred behind

in step now with hillary

all-conquering kind

peak view stunning

simultaneous blinding

what's hidden below 

under  snowy icing

20 tons of garbage

many things much worse

four human bodies

four buried climbers

the dichotomies of life 

and its many highs

man compromises

age has made him wise

youth on the hillside

summit out of sight

doesn't need an answer

gets the question right

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)

ipop

you have the right 

to ruin

your own lives

i will stay away

you have the right

to run 

your own lives

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

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.

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

fleeting 

glance

furtive 

touch

stolen 

kiss

covert txt

illict tryst

fragrant

sweat

sharpening

breath

pangs of death

and they died happily ever after

seething

glance

clumsy

touch

swarthy 

kiss

no pretext

short'n'swift

boiling

sweating

panting

plain out of 

breath

and they lived happily ever after 

enjoy the end you're in 

enjoy the enduring

Short Story

let me die living today
tomorrow's an illusion

they killed me

Johan Cruyff r.i.p.

(divine paradox)

a lifetime

of deeds

forever sublime

but only death

bestows 

immortality

Flood Relief

walls and fortresses and moats with bridges

me and mine and my own; that's all i care

a bucket of rain, a tide of emotion 

when you ain't got nothing, there's plenty to share