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May 30 Things, you knowDoing things this way that
noothing bothers you when you've laid your own math
down and it comes to something
that is only important to you
something
that you value
and daa de daa deeee
last night
i ran for sanity
February 16 OverI have nothing to write about here, anymore.
Maybe this will only be a hiatus, maybe it's goodbye, I don't know.
But for now, buh bye everyone.
Over and out. January 18 GameFor some people we'll be people,
flesh and blood or transparent, breathing, singing, talking of visceral notes, strings, words and numbers. For the rest we'll only be numbers they met on a ladder over a coffee near the door through the fishbowl at the counter in the queue at the neighbor's party, shared a laugh with (a la The Beatles and Bob Dylan) drew some moments with, made some long distance calls to, chased bubbles with, but didn't manage to cross over to the other side as flesh and blood. We will remain numbers to most. January 03 Ahoy
Was travelling around Maharashtra for two friends' wedding and a short holiday after that. New years was spent sleeping in the bus on the way to Pune...peaceful, since we celebrated it a day before. It's been an awesome 8 days. Seems like much longer and I don't want to be back here!
Happy New Year everyone! December 20 Peanuts past midnightI eat peanuts
past midnight.
Do you cheat
with your eyes open?
I go in search of
twisted fibres.
Do you cross your legs
while watching TV?
I traipse around
munching on a salad.
Do you jump around
looking for something?
Around me
a wireless mouse
a french dictionary
three yellow flowers
one china bowl
many pen holders
an empty bowl that once cradled a diced apple
a telephone
another telephone
books
top to bottom back and forth
clothes
wooden bird that swings
carton of crayons
more books
toys
a factfinder
my inhaler
blue curtains with red trimmings
and
a
window...
What are you looking for?
Have you looked everywhere, already?
The point is,
we both forgot
to water the plants.
December 14 ,I fear, I use, too many, commas. And that, my commas, break up, my sentences, into leetle leetle beetles, cut up into four, with, each piece, walking away, in a stupor, to the door. December 10 n ah OOUh No! No no nonononono NO! Not today! Fish! drat!!, clang! drum!
hop scotch and bum dee dee dee doo Not today! I've been wondering when you'd visit me. But you're sssSo not welcome today.
(a week later would be perfect)
December 04 Why I can't finish this book...Letting go
of fairytales is letting go of what will not let go: mother, grandmother
the fat cook in widow's white who fed me rice and ogres.
A.K. Ramanujan December 02 ,...To save the common from
being too common. To save the uncommon
from being too precious. To bring
some strangeness in the sundry
act. Or bring a touch of
revelaton
to a sordid fact.
It is not too bad
But it is not too good either.
This poetry where you string words
of daily speech
in loose locution.
You do get something out of them
like a peek into the past
or a trickle in the folds of memory
Bringing common things that lie
close to your skin
closer to your skin.
But you feel you are in a familiar
bed slept many times over
wrapped in the same sweat and stains
The same blue drools of dreams
with the smell of amber and salt.
It does not amount to much
Just turns you side to side
In the same old common sleep.
What you need is a change of bed
That will jolt you into waking
Run a rake in your sodden chest
and tear its soil up.
And bring to green ignition
the heart's ceramic seed.
K.G. Subramanyan
November 30 Happy buddayThe bigger world seems so beautiful when you go out there after a long time.
Fresh air in the park. The old woman sitting under the tree was looking for something, fumbling embarassedly in the half dark shadows of the leaves. She wore round spectacles and looked up everytime a walker passed her by.
The old man in the monkey cap wore round spectacles too. He walked almost, fast. Looked healthy and self engrossed. I crossed him and he smiled! He actually did.
The other two young aunties with rotund bellies tried walking briskly, talking about 'Mrs. So and So' and what each of them had cooked for dinner. I know this is what they were talking about because I was trying to overtake them but couldn't! They hogged the whole pathway.
Two little kids walked in front of their mother who looked terribly bored. The kids, one girl and one boy talked about some other kids at school. I crossed them when I finally overtook the aunties.
The guy in the navy sweater walked in the air, his belly followed without missing a cue. They walked in tandem.
The couple walking in front of me for a while, softly spoke about another couple. When they realised someone was nearing them, they spoke even more softly, making me want to eavesdrop.
I got home from the park and there were some celebrations going on in the lawns. I asked the guard about it. He was sipping chai. Looked at me and said, 'Oh this is 501's mummy budday'. (It is the birthday of the lady who lives in apartment number 501)
Har har har har!! &The phone rannnnnnnnngggggggggg I ran to pickitup pickkitpickitt pickkit picK. Hello..? huLLo! .Even 'nothing' is something... November 25 Mmm...If The Police had sung 'Message in a bottle' in the present day, would it have been.." I send an SMS to you"? November 22 is it tee time yet?for those of you who're interested in buying some really fun tees, check out threadless...on the left bar, here. for those of you who aren't interested in buying any tees, do check it out nevertheless.
they're having a sale.
these are the coolest tees ever, up for grabs. November 20 oh boy!you boy there
sitting on your phantom chair
(yes this verse is going to be silly
i'm a tired, jaded filly)
get up and look around!
there are other sounds
besides that of your voice
in your head or otherwise.
look!
there (pointing suddenly to the left and then to the right)
look what a beautiful sight!
there are other people too
who deserve much more attention than you.
stop being so(let me think of the right word), Whiny!
stop crying hoarse
over something that cannot be forced
you are good
you are skilled
you have a nice heart
but still,
you've been self obsessed lately
just look around
under that flyover there
see that old man?
winters are at the door,
he hasn't got a shawl yet.
look at that little girl outside your office
she serves you tea
and her mother, rupees.
look at your roomie
he means well.
don't lambaste everything
in close vicinity
you'll hurt yourself and others
anywhere in close proximity
this verse is lame
i know
but it says what i wanted to say,
so,
it isn't that lame, really
i'm just tired tired filly.
(i've resigned to all lower case for this, i'm really a tired filly...smiles foolishly at the silly verse) November 18 When conversations turn into soliloquiesSimple questions asked in jest
topic changed pronto
lest
I shudder
and utter
white truths
on black nights.
Took a while to reckon
the power of grey,
it beckons
to keep roaring silences meek
lest
the panoramas I seek
slowly but surely, leak.
Let it rest
we'll just talk in jest. November 16 nebula candlelightA million candles burned in the light of collective faith.
A ceremony to mark the arrival of a person centuries ago.
The light washed every one in sight.
It was a sight.
So many photographs.
What are you going to do with them, traveller?
How will you use them,
when no one but you can see them?
I know, you know, I know,
they live in your mind.
Only.
You know, I know, you know
your mind has memories
and place for other bric a brac too.
How will you use these frozen memories?
You tell me, you can see it clearly,
I know I've heard it before,
I can see it clearly too,
that little village of seven mud huts
you stayed at the feet of,
seven years ago, one dark cold night.
That old woman came shouting
at you
and some others,
for drinking water from their well.
They walked endless miles in the hot desert sun to fill it.
You drank generously
and your ablutions were normal, so urban
that
it took four mugs to rinse your teeth.
She shouted
her lament was full of pain
and yet, without tears.
I can see the photograph clearly.
You know, I can see it too.
I know you know it.
And how is it
that while asking you my questions,
I arrive at my answers?
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