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Nov. 19th, 2011

Something for the rhyming school

"If I was just another dusty record on the shelf
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?"

and today the stars are quiet like the grave
spare the goldfish for a shave.
and spare the goldfish for a shave.

When tomorrow is just an excuse away

I ll fill my hands with the cold marbles,
brought from the aftermath of fixing my desolate humour ,
in front of all the heroes selling cars on tv. and
then turning sharply at a corner with a face
that never try to look back at that corner. ever.
whatif an excuse could start an ongoing episode of love,
that spun around two moving, typing fingers.
then tomorrow would come to you in a shell of little postcards.
and then tomorrow will come as if it is very far.

winter

Its not that cold but not humid enough to leave 
white marks on your lips, in an unfriendly way. 
the leaves grow tired quicker, on months like this 
on mornings like this. 
when the first and the last drop of dew doesnt awe 
you in disbelief anymore, 
and when the random words put hazardously wont feel like poetry at all. 
the junebug is gone- skipped its way through 
the afterglow woods of never. 
its time like this when, 
brown scripts of less activity fall into the right places of cold fingers and colder fingertips. 

Sleeplessness

Forty three pages of an orange book
and a headache, in the left of centre of 
a sleepless, dirty brain won't take you
very far.
Strangers, in thin ice, at desks 
cut right beside you to ensure my
feeble efforts of oversleeping goes to vain.

Last night when everything was slow motion

the light was dimmer by that window, by the window pane,

and i wish i could have spoken.

but sometimes time freezes and sounds like

an album of that band, selling two copies

every year, and that too on halloweens or christmas eves.

I met someone, maybe a girl; but it wasn't you,

in my head, for two minutes or more. And she kept singing

through a China bowl, and it sounded weird and selfish.

The night wore it's thick veil and smelled something 

like this, of leftovers thrown through that window -

And I was already seven months sober. And sad.

And, for this? 

A night, directly bought off a three pound luncheon;

where, at most three people would come into my dreams

for reasons unknown to me and my tiny body.


I am used to this space.

This little space that my mind takes inside me

like yesternight's half-lit dreams reminded me

that love doesn't come up to you, chewing blue mint

and doesn't kiss you on your neck, giving you goosebumps.

a translucent poem a day

keeps the dreams away.

and while I'll always know my self just right
you'll give me a chance to throw a stone, into this night.
May I wear a cool mask to hide my face?
We will sit here and watch this horse-race.

For tonight I'm in a mood to rhyme the crime
of the underworld during Christmas time.
I'll take a breath and search for my feather,
from my hat of forever and ever.
I'll rhyme this, I'll rhyme that
We'll ridicule the eyebrow of your bobcat.
I hated that beast, it never looked right,
We'll dream of tomatoes and pretty bullfights.

Jul. 19th, 2010

cartoon yourself

the freezing green entwined into these beautiful orchestra of hopes lifted into the stary night sky of a magenta wednesday twilight, sometime in between the inauguration of Mars' red, crooked, left-out and fossiled, soil, which once harvested the darjeeling tea of the Solar system that revolved around our step-mother Sun that shone timidly throughout the translucent and pecuiliar shaped window pane of the ten by ten, never-googled and alcohol apartment of mine at the fragmented heart of our beloved city - we call it home.

Jul. 5th, 2010

no worries + out of sight out of mind

Friendship is overrated.
Too many guys and girls making promises at the end of the year. It's best that those remain as memories. Well it does. It's stupid to try to hold onto to them. Instead of making those hundred smses or miss calls, it's easier and better to silently laugh the memories that got created. :) Learn to let it go.

Nov. 5th, 2009

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feels nice to be back; and nicer to be read (thank you, you!)
funny thing about making mistakes is that it's like a pack of chips - once you start, you just can't stop.

May. 17th, 2009

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results to be out on 20th. for a change, i'm calm. i don't know why.
newsflash: i'm now too busy to lead a healthy internet life. yay! i'm socialising. finally. boy! i've waited for this, for a long time. mwahhhh.

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