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Friday, June 5, 2009

lies II

my white coloured lie
hiding from my black coloured truth

black and white submerged
standing right in front of me

a bit of ying
a bit of yang

here I stand,
colourless,motionless,yingless and yangless

Friday, May 22, 2009

surrealistically realistic


a dream land far far away
a utopia,just two blocks away
bourgeoisie drinking whiskey on the rocks
and the capitalists drinking vodka
for a change....would'nt that be a sight
like some 'black holes' waiting to be 'big banged'

a light leading the wrong way
time not running away but fading
trees melting,
got to stop global warming
nuclear weapons freezing,
sorry..please continue the global warming
(without it you will not have power)

a coloniser in a post-colonial land
a rapist in a brothel
a woman in the land of eunuchs
a faceless person
in front of the mirror
'guys' chewing grass
in the land of 'guys' dancing to some hip-hop melody

saying this I remove my mask

revealing my faceless face
to the man standing in the mirror....
(painting by a surrealist painter Salvador Dali Le Sommeil)




Saturday, May 16, 2009

a romantically unromantic poem

"I wandered lonely as a cloud"
I was left all alone in solitude
when I realised the "cloud" was a mushroom "cloud".
The "skylark" flying above my "cloud"
droping bombs, blasting aloud.
Resembling an automatic firing weapon
are the songs of the "nightingale"
not as sweet as it used to be.

The "west wind" blowing from the American shores
a "destroyer and preserver"
"destroyer" of mankind "preserver" of power.
Winter goes, spring comes
new weather, new flowers blossoming
and celebrating the coming of new life
like celebrating the coming of a different coloured President
truely a "destroyer and preserver"

a whole universe in a grain of rice
a whole natural world in a proton of an atom bomb
a whole Hiroshima on a drop of due
creation and destruction-a myth renewed
truely I wander "lonely as a cloud"

LIES I

she lies by my side in bed
yet she lies to me

she makes love to me while she lies
she hides her face with her hair
yet she lies by my side

she talks to me,
she touches me
filling me with fear inside
and anxiety outside

she declassifies her classified lies
reaching for the forbidden fruit,
still by my side, she lies

I removed gently
the hair covering her face
for the first time, saw her eyes
her dark iris full of lies

I saw her face
turned red, blue and then yellow
appearing as a mirror
showing my own reflection
and yet she lies

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

my love this one is for you

what if I knew was dying tomorrow
what if i knew my time has come
all men are haunted by such questions
creation leads to destruction
and my love for you cannot be created by anyone
and socieity cannot destroy it
time has come to set our minds free
it is time to eat the 'forbidden fruit'
and kill the serpents of the socieity
soceity can be damned from here
but again it might go to some other place
and be someone else's Lucifer
will it ever end?
I dont think so
perhaps my eyes can tell u
but till there is snow on the Kanchenjunga tops
till there is water on the pacific
I'll love you....


Monday, April 27, 2009

different but also the same

distinguishing myself from stones
that are neatly cut
and plastered on your walls
immobility imprisoned
by a three piece suit of white wash

chiselled and beautiful, I am
yet breathless
although an example
of patience
standing, still-silent
singing while breving
weather-scroched
yet standing still and patiently

MY INDEPENDENT COUNTRY(or is it?)

a whiskey bottle in my right
a malboro cigarette in my left
wandering how it feels to be alive
feeling the chain of constraint
letting my marginalised voice to be heard
screaming my heart out almost bursting my lungs
trying to smile like Leo's Monalisa
or trying to scream like Edvard's Scream
even tried to make myself a Picasso's cube
but my identity, branded, and up for sale
in a nearby shopping mall in this capitalistic hell
my forehead bore the brand Indian

John Lennon told us to "Imagine" a world with no possession
Bob Dylan, told the world about "the times they are a-changing"
Bob Marley told us to "stand up for your right"
since singers are the common man's poets
I listened to them,
reconstructing and deconstructing myself
and my capitalistic hell
my base and suprestructure,
swinging to and fro
conquered half the world like Genghis Khan
left those kingdoms like The Buddha
still my marginalised voice not yet heard

I am an Indian, a freedom fighter,
the man who shot Gandhi,a Jihadi...and god knows what
drinking my last peg of whiskey
smoking my last puff of cigarette
still trying to reconstruct and deconstruct myself
and my capitalistic hell
oh!! Nike i just did it...