Sunday, June 15, 2008 To nights of uncertainty Instant gain, no pain, Crushed coffee in my imagination Nescafe in the usual cup To reaching out Plucked and picked Cut Torn Curled
To rides in the wind treading rain not touching the ground To filtered tips To small tiny sips Nips pecks buds
To rough foots placed on perfectly cold Buddha feet To badly made first films First poems first love with the last man mannequin or motor driven machine who knows, I care...
To this and that To made up make ups To fights to first pimples Ti the dimple on your chin To simple sin of Chantille To the grass under my nose To the nose under my eyes To unpretty and unfettered and uncombed and ungroomed and undone
To wisdom, utter utter stupidity To hard wins and softer than a babies bottom- losses To flossing nicotine and cheese To triple tums and morning runs which end and begin in bed To you to me To everybody we knew will know or never know Will ever know , to everyone out there in here Back there where we left them and how they never left
To those still standing To those who have been brought to their kness through age , through lifes expectations ever running dry, through holding too still for too long , to disease, To Ma, and some Ba, to Chotomama and Didabhai and Habu up their and Bhai who's not too far But never sure how far away To the family I was born in but will die without someday
To phoney old laughing gangster grannies To picking noses and bleeding roses off the fanny To nannies in the park with nowhere to park their wards or their dreams to even pick a covert flower without their watchman lover looking on in lust
To lust,to a 34 bust straining to be 36... To letting it rising to the crust but not letting it spill Or flood or overflow to swim swim swim To turqoise pools chlorine drenched in the rain To faking interest to not listening but taking it all in through my eyes nose moth To the last shout to the Big Shout To the small gains , to treewalks and resting To listening to Marwas and Gaur geets To second besting To pause To breathe To smile To end
4 comments:
are you kidding me?
you say nothing happened?
not true
not true at all
the rain-water stopped
the trees lost the green
the earth stopped
the sun faded
the stars went dead
it all happened
the moment is full
the moment is complete
in such a moment
it all happened
it happened so much
that
even you were tranced
a moment
when all that happened
i realised
you closed your eyes...
Sunday, June 15, 2008
To nights of uncertainty
Instant gain, no pain,
Crushed coffee in my imagination
Nescafe in the usual cup
To reaching out
Plucked and picked
Cut Torn Curled
To rides in the wind
treading rain not touching
the ground
To filtered tips
To small tiny sips
Nips pecks buds
To rough foots placed
on perfectly cold Buddha feet
To badly made first films
First poems first love
with the last man mannequin
or motor driven machine
who knows, I care...
To this and that
To made up make ups
To fights to first pimples
Ti the dimple on your chin
To simple sin of Chantille
To the grass under my nose
To the nose under my eyes
To unpretty and unfettered and uncombed
and ungroomed and undone
To wisdom, utter utter stupidity
To hard wins and softer than
a babies bottom- losses
To flossing nicotine and cheese
To triple tums and morning runs
which end and begin in bed
To you to me
To everybody we knew will know or never know
Will ever know , to everyone out there in here
Back there where we left them and how they never left
To those still standing
To those who have been brought to their kness
through age , through lifes expectations ever running dry,
through holding too still for too long , to disease,
To Ma, and some Ba, to Chotomama and Didabhai
and Habu up their and Bhai who's not too far
But never sure how far away
To the family I was born in but will die without
someday
To phoney old laughing gangster grannies
To picking noses and bleeding roses off the fanny
To nannies in the park with nowhere to park their wards
or their dreams to even pick a covert flower without
their watchman lover looking on in lust
To lust,to a 34 bust straining to be 36...
To letting it rising to the crust but not letting it spill
Or flood or overflow to swim swim swim
To turqoise pools chlorine drenched in the rain
To faking interest to not listening
but taking it all in through my eyes nose moth
To the last shout to the Big Shout
To the small gains , to treewalks and resting
To listening to Marwas and Gaur geets
To second besting
To pause
To breathe
To smile
To end
To friends.
Atreyee!
La vie boheme...:)
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