Abstrakt Kollision

A funny day.

A day spent
on the houseboat, chillum with Bengali baba,

A day spent
in those recurring walks in the gulleys, then back to Assi, surprise visitor Marco Italian trumpeteer, like a boy discovering a new toy, lost in the sounds of my mini-xylophone, Aurobindo breathing through every note in the minor scale. Doodling away with Viswanath and Dhrupad singer Amar, minutes and how they flutter through air pressure, then McDonalds followed, my western heart happy, back on cycle rickshaw to Assi, a fun day, surprise moments and then the icing on the cake. The Black Cherry, that moment when I got off the cycle richshaw, paid the guy, walked onwards and trying to avoid a dog fight, crash into cyclist from behind, dog jumps towards me, bites. A little blood, now I am on the grid, I was the collision point, abstrakt kollision, the victim, the one who got hit and hopefully, the one who got away...

...and the poem that followed...

That moment when the points collide
On the trajectory
When the orbits intersect, the x meets the y,
the Bite is done, the needle and the damage done, the moment passed.
Stillness followed...
Like that time, deep into the night, in the silent wilderness when the tigers come out
That stillness