I have been a member of the ILand now for one year. Thanks Balakrishnan, Sandeep and all others who make Iland such a wonderful experience, thanks Rajesh Vora (the Tamil Gujju) and other friends, who actually read what I wrote, fortunately not in iambic pentameter, but mostly in mysterious, unfathomable words, and made out meanings. Thanks all those living and dead painters and artists, whose works I have shamelessly copied and pasted along with my words

No picture this time, I may add one later though. but there is certainly an attempt to versify. Dedicated to Di for whom my generation did hold a candle in the wind.


I feel I am at the centre of the world,
It can only revolve
As long as I revolve

Not yet, not yet
My words need to be controlled.
Truth is a penguin lost in the icy seas,
Or a dolphin gasping for breath
In the oily lake's waters,
Or the clam hoping for the wave
To take her back from the sand,
No, it is a tiger dying from the wounds
Infected with human greed
No acts as yet, mere words, words, words
And nothing else.

How can I continue like this, away from my usual self?
No nonsense, this! let me (di)versify.
Let me call it a day.