hey there
how's it going?
and you
how are we doing today?
you don't look so good
what's the matter?
is it him?
the guy next to you
is he bothering you
or is it the chappie behind you?
is he not letting you be?
ignore him
he normally goes away
try not to look at him
he's just craving for attention
see, i told you
he's gone
poof
and so has the other guy
poof
and the other guy
poof
now there's just us
what are we?
that's a tough one
maybe we should ask them
guess we're not us
without them
don't worry
they'll be back
in time
look really hard
and you'll see
we're so many people
and so hard to see
we're we
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Why you should marry me
I won't care whether you're fucking around
because everyone does
I won't insist we fuck each other
because nobody fucks me
I won't ask how much you love me
because nobody loves me
I won't be around to embarrass you
because i'm too embarrassed
i won't mind if you forget my birthday
because even i don't care to remember it
i won't spend all our money
because i'll be gone before it is
i won't make a fool of you or lie to you
because everyone does it to me
i will make it a perfect marriage
because every marriage is fucked up
because everyone does
I won't insist we fuck each other
because nobody fucks me
I won't ask how much you love me
because nobody loves me
I won't be around to embarrass you
because i'm too embarrassed
i won't mind if you forget my birthday
because even i don't care to remember it
i won't spend all our money
because i'll be gone before it is
i won't make a fool of you or lie to you
because everyone does it to me
i will make it a perfect marriage
because every marriage is fucked up
Sad is the new happy
i'm sorry
for a lot of things
i wish i weren't the way i am
that said, i do not want to be
like anyone else
but i am sorry
maybe i'm a schizo
i really don't know what i am
just like i have no idea what poeple are
which is why i stay away from them
not that that makes me happy
nothing does
for a lot of things
i wish i weren't the way i am
that said, i do not want to be
like anyone else
but i am sorry
maybe i'm a schizo
i really don't know what i am
just like i have no idea what poeple are
which is why i stay away from them
not that that makes me happy
nothing does
Expression less
nice.
brief.
powerful.
evocative.
memorable.
vivid.
actually,
vivid more than
anything else
is what i wanted to
say.
brief.
powerful.
evocative.
memorable.
vivid.
actually,
vivid more than
anything else
is what i wanted to
say.
Friday, July 28, 2006
Eyes
Don't see
because what you see
is not
what you see
what you see
is what
the world wants you
to see
what you
want to see
see
what you can't see
because what you
can't see
is what you should see
unfortunately
you can't see
what you can't see
you can only see
what you want to see
don't see
it's the only way to
see
see?
because what you see
is not
what you see
what you see
is what
the world wants you
to see
what you
want to see
see
what you can't see
because what you
can't see
is what you should see
unfortunately
you can't see
what you can't see
you can only see
what you want to see
don't see
it's the only way to
see
see?
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Comfortably fucked
People talking boisterously
in a language I cannot understand
Air conditioning turned off
waking me in the middle of the night
Unpleasant smells emenating
from the world around me
A hard floor cushioned
by a sleeping bag to sleep in
Walking in the dark to take a piss
in a loo smaller than the human mind
Hiding from the inquisitive gaze of
people who have nothing better to do
Looking at dirty walls lined with
the unahppiness of past habitation
Cursing yesterday for the hellhole
that the present has deposited us in
Thanking my stars that I'm not in
Beirut, Haifa, Gaza or any place worse
The fucked up places I have to force myself to think of
for a little comfort in this fucked up place
in a language I cannot understand
Air conditioning turned off
waking me in the middle of the night
Unpleasant smells emenating
from the world around me
A hard floor cushioned
by a sleeping bag to sleep in
Walking in the dark to take a piss
in a loo smaller than the human mind
Hiding from the inquisitive gaze of
people who have nothing better to do
Looking at dirty walls lined with
the unahppiness of past habitation
Cursing yesterday for the hellhole
that the present has deposited us in
Thanking my stars that I'm not in
Beirut, Haifa, Gaza or any place worse
The fucked up places I have to force myself to think of
for a little comfort in this fucked up place
Break up
You showed me your
poem.
I said
Nice.
I'd never be able
to sit myself down and think
like you do.
I always end up writing
something tricky.
must be the time I
have spent playing games
in advertising.
Ah well, some things
are just hard to get out of the
system.
poem.
I said
Nice.
I'd never be able
to sit myself down and think
like you do.
I always end up writing
something tricky.
must be the time I
have spent playing games
in advertising.
Ah well, some things
are just hard to get out of the
system.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
The deadline
10 days to go
Are we ready for it?
When is it going to come?
Will it be worse?
What are we going to do?
Can we cope?
5 days to go
Nobody cares
It's business as usual
More important things to do
No time to focus
It's not going to happen
Today is the day
It's so quintessentially Indian
To leave everything for later
There is no later
Tomorrow will be too late
It's raining
Words
Here's my
Poem
It's time to cower
Are we ready for it?
When is it going to come?
Will it be worse?
What are we going to do?
Can we cope?
5 days to go
Nobody cares
It's business as usual
More important things to do
No time to focus
It's not going to happen
Today is the day
It's so quintessentially Indian
To leave everything for later
There is no later
Tomorrow will be too late
It's raining
Words
Here's my
Poem
It's time to cower
It takes two to tango
it's hard to write with zest
with a load on your chest
it's impossible to get along
without a bloody good bong
it's pointless to cruise
if you ain't go the blues
it's a bitch to grab some sleep
buried in shit neck deep
it's little more than maya
when hidden behind an abaya
it's not yet a sonnet
just a pesky bee in my bonnet
it was meant to be like noah's ark
guess am just shooting in the dark
with a load on your chest
it's impossible to get along
without a bloody good bong
it's pointless to cruise
if you ain't go the blues
it's a bitch to grab some sleep
buried in shit neck deep
it's little more than maya
when hidden behind an abaya
it's not yet a sonnet
just a pesky bee in my bonnet
it was meant to be like noah's ark
guess am just shooting in the dark
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Noah's park
the pain of creation
the pleasure in death
the brevity of copy
the extravagance of art
the futility of expression
the satisfaction in silence
the battle to live
the quietude of existence
the beginning in the beginning
the end in the end
the complements in pairs
the differences in pairs
the pleasure in death
the brevity of copy
the extravagance of art
the futility of expression
the satisfaction in silence
the battle to live
the quietude of existence
the beginning in the beginning
the end in the end
the complements in pairs
the differences in pairs
Saturday, July 22, 2006
miss management
doing some work, as usual
work shouldn't be work
should it?
if it is
it just doesn't work
work should make you forget
work should take you away
work should elevate you
from yet another shitty day
on this shitty planet
which it isn't
it's a lovely planet
it's all the people
that make it lonely
very
work doesn't keep me going.
it just makes me feel like a goner
miss chennai
miss the freedom of being in chennai
miss the company
miss not having the company
miss the solitude of myself for company
miss having only me to answer to
miss getting away from it all
miss coming home to it all
miss being at home
missed opportunities
that's the story of my life.
until now
which is later
unfortunately
miss you
work shouldn't be work
should it?
if it is
it just doesn't work
work should make you forget
work should take you away
work should elevate you
from yet another shitty day
on this shitty planet
which it isn't
it's a lovely planet
it's all the people
that make it lonely
very
work doesn't keep me going.
it just makes me feel like a goner
miss chennai
miss the freedom of being in chennai
miss the company
miss not having the company
miss the solitude of myself for company
miss having only me to answer to
miss getting away from it all
miss coming home to it all
miss being at home
missed opportunities
that's the story of my life.
until now
which is later
unfortunately
miss you
Friday, July 21, 2006
you
how are you
where are you?
are you
still in india?
still with me
are you?
was wondering
about you
write to me
once in a while
will you.
take care
you.
with love
from me
to you
thank you
from me
to you
where are you?
are you
still in india?
still with me
are you?
was wondering
about you
write to me
once in a while
will you.
take care
you.
with love
from me
to you
thank you
from me
to you
Thursday, July 13, 2006
what do we do without syd
was he ever with us
did he listen
who did he listen to
can we be any lonelier
why do we live
do we live
what is it to live
it hurts to live
what do we do without syd
was he ever with us
did he listen
are you listening
are we listening
am i there
who am i
am i
who are we
me, me and me
so...
what do we do without syd
are you listening
why are you listening
i'm not speaking
to you
you and
you
i don't care
because i care too much
do i
does he
did he
what do we do without syd
why live
when living is worse than death
why are we afraid of death
we are afraid of living
because
what do we do without syd
we're rogered
did he listen
who did he listen to
can we be any lonelier
why do we live
do we live
what is it to live
it hurts to live
what do we do without syd
was he ever with us
did he listen
are you listening
are we listening
am i there
who am i
am i
who are we
me, me and me
so...
what do we do without syd
are you listening
why are you listening
i'm not speaking
to you
you and
you
i don't care
because i care too much
do i
does he
did he
what do we do without syd
why live
when living is worse than death
why are we afraid of death
we are afraid of living
because
what do we do without syd
we're rogered
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