Ostentation is in fashion -
Wear your caste, class, house,
Use your clout; shout out
that you've got it
Loud, so that they know you've arrived.
Who says Partition wasn't tangible?
You can touch it in the hardened
identities and fixed ideas we wear
Who (not what) underpins you?
Is it your self?
Man, woman, other?
Perhaps this is what is known as self-centred-ness.
I wonder if
it'd still be cold
Translation has pitfalls.
into a pit falls.
She has no sympathy for apathy, does our H.
Or, Before that cup of coffee
I wake up in the middle of the day,
And I know I want a cup of coffee.
All around me greens are bright and blues are gay -
Bref; it's rarely ever this right.
Just around the bend
across the road from here,
Is a place that sells instant nirvana.
The colours choke you in a million different ways,
And when you breathe?
You become them.
Instant is a good word.
It comes in a cup
The future is dune. The future is camel.
Resistance is clearly a dish
best washed down with
a bottle of Bud;
Mainly because Chinese beers haven't hit our markets yet.
Tibetan settlements serve, so,
the best Chinese food.
As ever, consumption creates and perpetuates the norm.
Consumption, you see, needs no gumption. Ingest. Digest. Eject.
It is the currency;
it is the price
I wonder if His Holiness likes Chili Tofu?
Faculty Meeting 2.yawn~oh.
The day after World Music Day,
isn't one on which we're going to play:
Stuck in a moment I can't get out of,
In despair - sheer, utter -
all I can do is my weary head lay
on this 'ere desk.
After all, 'tis said that poetry comes out of misery.
I'm about to find out.
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
You cannot force silence
into a shape
to fill the shoes
of a story-sized hole.
You cannot make it speak in tongues.
You cannot make it speak at all.
Is it vulnerable?
Is silence strong?
Can it hurt her?
Can silence be wrong?
To end in the beginning,
In Bombay, they had told him
to land in white flannel.
He did. The rest is his~story.