The moola’s are scarce this week.So I said to Her “I’ll get you something nice for your birthday next week”She says “You won’t. There’s no need for that carry on.”“I know” I said, “I’ll write you a poem.”“You won’t”, She said.“Would you not like a poem written about you?”“I wouldn’t.” And this is how it … Continue reading Mam

The Secret Painter

Life paints itself,Infinitely flooding with flow & form & feature.It loves so mercilessly it cares notAbout the collisions & catastrophes,The exploding eruptions of its unfettered freedom of expression.Life is so full of itSelf,Every drop of its colour is bursting with its own potence.All at once it is unbound yet formed,Incalculably moulded.Every space on its canvas … Continue reading The Secret Painter