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Always be Contrasting

A tall claim and a small promise A brash command and a feeble request A line of condescension and a word of praise A wave of fear and a ray of hope A flush of anger and a flash of calmness A warning of danger and a sign of rescue A cool handshake and a tight hug A look of contempt and a gaze of adoration One step forward and one step backward

Thought Bonanza

Nothing floats in a bath tub The sun is a circle of fire Rich people from a poor man's country are the worst people The reality that is an illusion and the illusion that is reality Forever may have happened forever ago but forever will also happen forever Reality unchallenged is an illusion unchangeable Take a piece for my peace but don't give a piece for my peace Multiplying into two is not as symmetrically satisfying as rooting the square Intense dental work followed by a self portrait of LSDesque colours and waves of me violently cleaning my tongue with a pink toothbrush The world's nobodies do nothing; the world's everybodies do everything; and the anybodies continue do to anything. Having a conscience does the disciplinary job just as well as religion or state laws can. You know you're in too deep when you can no longer enjoy indulging in a good looker's lingering look. I really resent the phrase "school of thought" because that implie

To Two Drastically Different Yous

What a miserable love is a love with no love What a tragedy to want what you can't have What a shame, and I'm to blame Was that a way to live? Was that a way to love? What an incredibly quiet mouth you had there What an incessantly loud mind I had here What a waste, and such a disgrace That's no way to live That's no way to love What fun to find joy in hidden places What happiness to seek solace in new faces What hope traces, with my swift paces That's some way to live That's some way to love What a miracle for your love to have found me What timing for you to stand right behind me What good fortune, I'm over the moon Now that's the way to live That's the way to love

Feminine Famishment

Have you ever seen a cat, Who looked like he'd eaten one too many rats? Have you ever seen a dog, Who looked he chewed too much flesh off too many bones? Or, if I may, a high flying kite, Who dragged down too many empty-eyed crows? How about a snake shaped like a hose, Who devoured one too many a human nose? Have you spied a hungry-eyed lion cub, Who ate hiding from his brothers behind a shrub? And have you spotted a cunning little fox, Who could wolf down a full carcass filled box? I've seen it in my mind's eye and the thought is chewable and so I chew and chew and chew it till it's replaced by a docile dove wan looking and full of a vegetarian kind of appetite that's somehow fouler than any previous thought. Yes? No. Okay.

Loopy Love

If Cupid's bow shot you twice But you fell just the one time What matter, it would still be sublime There is this light It never goes out At night there's darkness But that's okay Unless sleep eludes me I know what it is I think I've known for a while now It's your eyes Eyes with everything in it Light and fire Warm, so warm And so wet too Your eyes are water Clear brown gems against clean white Gems the Cadbury Five rupees worth That you'd secretly hide in my pocket When we'd cross through the passage All those years ago If I could love you thrice But your eyes demanded more Sign me up, I'm ready to re-explore

Express Notes Expressly Expressing About Expression

^ Definitely not expressionless I have great love for the English language. And I think that's because I can express myself very fluidly thanks to it. It's familiar territory. It's the language I think in. I know Hindi and Sindhi but I only speak them when I have to, for the ease of communication. I love learning new English words and l love listening to great orations and reading well written pieces of content; be it poems, stories or anything else. As far as I understand it, more Indians today speak the language better than most people from natively English speaking countries. Knowledge of the English language has propelled the country to where it is now in the global economy. It's changed perspective of how the rest of the world sees us. It has, no doubt, created aspiration and ambition in the minds of India's youth to lead better lives. A school going kid does feel a sense of empowerment knowing that his horizons are broadened. And that's really amazing.

After 66 Million Years

I only saw a familiar midriff round the corner of the riverbank Was I to know what would surface Head or tail, could be anyone's guess All those years ago I got a text from Mr. T-Rex It said he'd be gone for a while So could it really be him? After all these centuries? He said not to miss him And I should have known better Than to miss him the way I did The way you sweat through sheets profusely The way you rapidly scramble to get out of a crowded elevator Such urgent want I should have known that there would be none like him My poor dinosaur's fate was such And how could someone else ever be so: Gargantuan gregarious and god-like A primeval and predatorial presence But could it really be him again? Wishfully I have waited And the land and sea has changed so much since our time Back when there used to be a black day and a sunny night Something in my peripheral vision disturbs the water A swift yet imperceptible movement But that's enough convict

Writing and Scribbling

Long simple stories with happy endings Short complicated stories with sad endings Faces of strangers with familiar smiles Familiar faces with strange smiles Beautifully written short sentences Thrillingly written long paragraphs Perfectly straight queueing by tiny black ants Random scattering by red ants Not knowing where your mind is Knowing where your mind is A lingering look from warm affectionate eyes A short look from cold unloving eyes A peaceful minute of standing under a shower A sheer second of water unexpectedly splashed Writing leisurely in cursive with pencil Writing hastily in block letters with pen Patiently undoing a particularly tight drawstring Impatiently undoing a particularly tight drawstring Cool water after roaming about under the sun Cool water after freezing outside in the snow Slow paced solo walking on unexplored paths Fast paced group walking on unexplored paths Sleeping and dreaming Resting your eyes and incessantly thinking Fasting

The week that was, the week that wasn't, and the week that will never be

On Monday I measured the homo goblin's haemoglobin I tried thinking of things to do to on my two thousandth Tuesday in town I bumped into Arti on Wednesday, finding her choking on an artichoke Thirteen towels tumbled towards the tapestry on the Thursday Fashionably freaky friends fried some fries on the freezing Friday And I found Saturdays were best suited to snoozes and snuggles And when came Sunday I found the good booze to guzzle