This is the famous Bandra Boran Road , placcid waters reaching out towards Bandra HillRoad on one end , the end facing the rain revellers , they are moving towards the Bandra Bazar Road , all knee deep , just to the right of them is an open 4 feet gutter , a red flag has been placed there last year , it is still there this year.
Stupid this is a last years picture dont you see.
My poems and my pictures are mostly off tangent I say one thing through my pictures I show another thing.
So now read my poem written last year at Buzznet ..
Someone calls me Psychic
Someone calls me a Prick
Someone calls me Burnt Out Wick
Someone calls me a Slippery Indian Dick
Someone calls me Satans Talking Stick
Someone calls me Zidanes Corner Kick
Someone calls me Poetic Ass Lick
Someone calls me Prostituted Prosaic
I scratch my Balls , my Nose pick
Such friends that I did not hand pick.
4th of July
a cracker under the stove of my ass
will tick like a candlestick
thoughts of her
unspent dreams
of a Goddess of a Confusing Chick
at flickrs makes me homesick
love 1+1 makes none
the only arithmetic
