Wednesday, October 27, 2010
there is still time for us to drown,
This heat is still bearable,
We are happy consoling each other.
We congratulate on her loss.
She's just jumping the gun (filled with bullets)
We might be called insecure,
We need more oil for blood,
When the train left on the ripe time.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
"pop" - when the primordial bliss got disturbed,
"pop"- when i almost ODied over this idea of big bang,
"pop" said the corn inside the microwave,
"pop" -- said a bubble on being launched to the surface from the bed of a distant marsh full of methane,
"pop" goes the seed mistakenly meshed between burning strands of the sweet leaf because this moron was desperate,
"pop" -- the sound of the last drop of water released from a sarkari water supply connection, "pop" -- on the junk tapes bearing the 'philips top ten' label,
"pop" -- is what a puff is called in assamese,
"pop", a consumer degradable grade for everything else that wasn't so popular,
"pop", said the husband to his wife on the morning after,
"pop", goes the cork when sparkly wants to set herself free for your thirsty throats,
"pop", is not about Karl Popper,
"POP" -- nightmare for the fish waiting for idols.
(Screen grab: Panicware)
they ran for hymns,
with calibrated consciousness,
replacing this hazy wakefulness.
They purchased cars,
Origami cards, mud lamps
for their concrete hearts,
replacing the haunted Tamarind.
They looked at the East
By the West -- a hollow transformation?
If they wrote blank papers,
they drew blank drafts.
They made love,
in their imagined vineyard.
Shouting, as if believing,
Enough! just burn.
A three letter word?
No! just trim,
we need a paper tiger.
just say KISS.
but sight dim.
to face a mic, and
achieve accent distortion.
Paste it, no time
for word carpentary,
suffer slip tongue,
so just say KISS.
KISS: Keep It Short and Simple