Saturday, February 16, 2019

Lights about me

Is it something to do with silence?
Or is it the dark outside?
Why do I often find myself
In these nights about me

Maybe if you were awake
I'd tell you an old story
Watching clothes dry in the wind
Swaying tights about me

Instead your empty coffee cup
And a straw that touched your lips
Are my silent company tonight
With distant lights about me

Thursday, October 25, 2018

What is Love?

Nobody can be perfect
But some bonds
Between atoms 
with complementary
Valence electrons

What counts is not
How much you have
But who has 
What you don't and
What you have to have

You are useless alone
You dunno how to do shit
But the two of you
Will figure it out
If your valency fit

Friday, September 07, 2018

Some days,

I am a brute
Grunting through my brutish day
Breaking them stones with my might,
That I pick up and carry through the night

And some days,

I am poetry in motion
Spinning on their heels, my burdens, they
Jump at me and I lift them high
To glory that carries me through the night

Friday, August 31, 2018


Moana of Motunui
Got a gooey
Sticky icky
Chocolate on her
Mouth and hands

Kung fu panda
Really planned a
Whack attack
On broccoli and
All the plants

Peppa pig
Got so sick
Of defeats in car seats
She made herself
A house in sands

Miguel rivera
Bashed forever
The piano, this li’l soprano
She screams and kicks
If you try to change her pants

Monday, July 25, 2016

Chal ek naav bana lein

Chal tu aur main
Ek naav bana lein,
Is barasti barsaat se
Apni chhanv bana lein
Chal ek naav bana lein

Itna hai shor har taraf
Sannata ek sava paav bana lein
Sath pani me chhap chhap
Karne ka chaav bana lein
Chal ek naav bana lein

Kuch tere la kuch mere hon
Milke saanjha ek ghaav bana lein
PACH pahunch jaayein kisi tarah
Pani pe chalne wala paanv bana lein
Chal ek naav bana lein

Monday, July 04, 2016

She loves him, and she can't believe it

She wouldn't have thought it possible, but there he was, with his naked bum on the toilet seat, rambling on about the amazing smell of his own processed waste. And she was cracking up with moist eyes.

She hadn't been an emotional person for years, nor had she been one to crack up in that time frame. She had seen the worst, been through it all with her head held high, brushed off the dirt, covered her bruises and kept walking. She hid her pains, she hid her loss, she hid her eyes, and she walked on like it was nobody else's damn business.

You know how you fall once and you get up straight and it takes courage but you jump into the world again. That's not what happened. What happened was that she was smashed into pieces, and left to pick it all up and remake herself from scratch. Which she did, but it told her one thing. That she was not allowed to be happy. That good things happened only to other people. That joy is a debt you have to repay with tears. She was so lost and she was so alone and she had a bag full of old pieces that she could not fit inside her heart again.

Sympathy is a horrible thing. You sympathize with someone you do not understand. When you sympathize, you automatically separate the person from you, creating this position of superiority for yourself from whence to look down upon them. And you throw pity to them like you throw food to the dogs. In a sense, you feel sympathy because you want to feel superior, and you don't have the belly for empathy. And she cleansed her surroundings from all that tried to sympathize with her. She tore apart the last shred of pity she or anyone else had for her, and she marked her territory with the tail of a fiery lioness.

How do you define success? Is it the number on your pay slip? The number of people who report to you? The fear in your competitor's eyes? The love from people who work for you? The difference you make everyday in others' lives? Is it the revenue your company makes? Or is it the explosive growth you drive? Maybe even a combination of everything above? No, success is no absolute, it's what you define in your life to be. And just after a few years of really trying, that remained the only way in which she wasn't successful. She gave everything she had to her work, without counting what she received or what she gave away. She earned it all, and she gave it all away. With something tugging at her heart that she was yet to find true meaning. She was yet to realize the dream she was meant to fulfill.

He didn't just walk in one day wearing a cape and tight overpants. No, he walked in pretty lost in his own world, looking up only when needed, talking to you like you were now under his debt, parsing only his name when in a room full of chatter. That was the first impression anyway. Turns out he could write, even rhyme, and did open his heart when in a gathering of amateur poets. Turns out she would end up sharing her dreams, her deepest self, and her entire life with him. A jigsaw of broken pieces came together, and formed a whole. With repercussions far beyond her sophisticated imagination, extending all the way to narcissistic ramblings about processed human waste. God has his ways.

She wasn't cracking up because it was funny, but because she was just happy. And her eyes were moist because she couldn't believe she could feel this way.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

A Day of Disappointments

It doesn't take failure
to ruin a day

All it takes
is too much expectation