Saturday, December 31, 2005
Friday, December 30, 2005
nDee eDen: profile of a c real lliker.
These lovely little things
Deen often brings
i loved one
and i love them all
the ones that are big
and the ones that are small
the ones i have read
the ones that go above my head
i think of them even in bed
but i could never say them
how Deen has said
Deen, well said!
Here is the link to what I'm talking about.
I love this blog
Deen often brings
i loved one
and i love them all
the ones that are big
and the ones that are small
the ones i have read
the ones that go above my head
i think of them even in bed
but i could never say them
how Deen has said
Deen, well said!
Here is the link to what I'm talking about.
I love this blog
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Present Ma'am
Day after Day
May after May
I come to class
For a P instead of an A
No matter what the doctors say
I'm gonna say "I'm ok!"
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Monday, December 26, 2005
Dhak-Dhak
heart after heart
is pulled apart
each and every brain
pushes hearts down the drain
blood rushes out of the heart
as it is torn apart
and pushed down the drain
by the goddamn brains
the heart still breathes
while being pushed through the teeth
down the opening in defeat
beat after beat
in the drain pipe, stuck,
it moves with every suck
being the ugly duck
was all its luck
with every bump
it gives a thump
while blood pressure jumps
the heart still pumps
and every beat, I realize,
is the heart's voice
from the drain pipes
and while tears fall from my eyes,
the baby smiles
we all smile
with our heart
stuck deep in the drain pipes
Tic Tic part - II
A china bowl
filled with salt
lies in front of me,
yet it is so empty.
I scratch my head
as the pencil's lead
scratches the sheet
flakes of dandruff
fall at my feet.
A strand of hair
falls in my view
I push it back
a time or two
and think of what
to write or do
but thoughts infinite
and words are few.
filled with salt
lies in front of me,
yet it is so empty.
I scratch my head
as the pencil's lead
scratches the sheet
flakes of dandruff
fall at my feet.
A strand of hair
falls in my view
I push it back
a time or two
and think of what
to write or do
but thoughts infinite
and words are few.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
To Little Noor,
from 'For Rita's Daughter, Just Born' by Eunice De Souza
Lumious new leaf
May the sun rise gently
on your unfurling
in the courtyard always linger
the smell of earth after rain
the stone of these steps
stay cool and old
gods in the niches
old brass on the wall
never the shrill cry of kites
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Sunday, December 11, 2005
I'm chamki
who divya?
who pooka?
who chimni?
who bailee minogue?
who sunshine?
who powerpuff?
what about the
taste of you upon my lips
your fingers in my brain?
what about the bakery on the ground floor?
what about the massage parlour on the first floor?
what about our trip to goa?
who booboo doll?
who whore vulture?
who babie?
what red sofa?
where?
its all there.
its all there.
but im no more.
I'm chamki
do you know me?
Saturday, December 10, 2005
you are my sunshine
The other night
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you
Held you in my arms
Well, but when I woke up this morning
I found out I was mistaken
Do you know that I hung my
I hung my head and cried
you are my sunshine
you are my sunshine
Oh, my only sunshine
my only sunshine
you make me happy
When my skies are grey
you'll never know dear
you'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine
My sunshine away
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you
Held you in my arms
Well, but when I woke up this morning
I found out I was mistaken
Do you know that I hung my
I hung my head and cried
you are my sunshine
you are my sunshine
Oh, my only sunshine
my only sunshine
you make me happy
When my skies are grey
you'll never know dear
you'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine
My sunshine away
feb 2003
I am not interested in their faces
A face it doesnt tell you anything
It may be that of a clerk
who insignificantly performs his duty
in some dark office...
A face it doesnt tell you anything
It may be that of a clerk
who insignificantly performs his duty
in some dark office...
25th september 2005
Love is dismal, lover so precious,
Love an answer so fallacious,
Love is death, yet
No kiss for even my last breath.
(by the poet)
Love an answer so fallacious,
Love is death, yet
No kiss for even my last breath.
(by the poet)
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