Happy Birthday Ranjeet

it was cosmically destined
you as a gifted artist me
as a beggar poet on a
quintessential bandra
street we would meet

as you painted the taxi
driver ,,devanand sab
colorfully neat ,, you
rekindled his love for
cinema Hare Rama
Hare Krishna ,,a
thought very sweet .

you added color to
gloomy bandra walls
that wept in the rains
also in humidity heat
with a stroke of your
genius you added a
prolific heart beat

one day Chapel Road
will also be known
as painter Ranjit Dahiya
street an artists boulevard
that time cant cheat

My Muse At Mahim Told Me It Was Time To Move On

let bygones be bygone
held captive against her
will on a wall she wondered
where i had gone she was
saddened by the absence
of this beggar poet who
was busy shooting garbage
porn leaving his muse lonely
forlorn her dreams gave birth
to hope a new moment born
she was stalked by another man
who wanted her or he would
throw acid on her face he
warned .. so she was now
at the cross roads of love
double crossed by her fate
her soul tattered and torn.

the next image shows the stalker
bare chested horny ..no brains
just brawn ..so she looked
at me shy silent withdrawn ..