Monday, September 13, 2010


a beautiful painting
depicting a gory thing
a rivetting story
that makes you cringe
the taj under a moonlit sky
being burnt to the ground
a gorgeous woman
bruised, gagged and bound
a thriving democracy
disguised as a brutal army
sent in to subjugate a people
asking for azaadi
or, even, the right to be
good heavens, pakistani!
anything, but an accursed part
of what might have been
jammu & kashmir

Monday, July 16, 2007

La vie en rose

A dollop of eye candy
Touched by intensity
Wrapped in enigma
Spiked with electricity
Dipped in nostalgia
Laced in lingerie
fucked for love
Such a pity

Monday, July 02, 2007


art of living
soldier on
sick of life
can't go on
game of death
play on
weapon of choice
bring it on
pool of blood
end of on

Sunday, July 01, 2007

No comments

reject what i say
mock what i believe in
clear what i plant
break what i build
take what i want
back what i oppose
slander what i cherish
expose what i reserve
finish what i start
ignore what i blog

Face off

barbs of praise
lies of kindness
screens of smiles
traps of promotion
stabs of stroking
trojans of empathy
confines of space
illusions of agreement
thefts of generosity
insides of outside

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Flee the people

when people ask me why
i stay away from them
here's what i tell people.
contrary to what it seems
i love people so much that
i feel compelled to stay away.
because experience has
taught me that what you
love the most is what is most
likely to hurt you. the most.
confused, they stay away.
and so do i. confused.
hopeful. and waiting.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Chee the people

when president hopeful
pratibha patil speaks of
communicating with the dead
and other such revelations
of profound embarrassment
it makes me wonder whether
the people of india should have
a greater say in the matter of who
should be the president of india.
and then, i think of the people
that were elected by the people.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Tossed ballad

troubled, i trudge home
determined to get
a good night's sleep.

troubled, i toss and turn
indeterminate, fretting
over the things i thought
needed a good night's sleep.

troubled, i awake
to see what's left
of a good night's sleep.

troubled, i toss and turn
eating into the little left
of what was meant to be
a good night's sleep.

Zero some game

is what my life
is filled with. verily.
she said, for effect.
it worked like a charm.
the boys came to fill her
from london, france and
even far-flung surinam.
fortunately for her,
they had their sights
set on not much more
than tits and arse.
here's to the comfort
of low-fat nihility.
she said. verily.