Hijab Poem!

Woh hijabi hijdi
Khelti thi
Khilkhilati thi
Fakfafakkar roti thi
Uske ghane zulfe kabhi dikhai nahi dete
Kyunki woh hijab pehnti thi
Haaaaaaan
Par asal main woh andar se takli thi

Really Bad French Fries Craving Inspired Poem

I want it all the time
Oh french fries
You make me wild
I can smell the friedness of it
I can smell the accompanying dip
I want it all the time

Oh french fries!

Another prose written by me and Aditi:



In her eyes, lies her beauty
In her doing, lies her expertise
In her sun kissed complexion lies perfection
The ideal concubine; the ultimate fantasy
His royal finger glides down her dimpled face as they lie under the rickety fan
He plucks a cherry with his mouth from her lips
Her breath feels like waves against the sandy roughness of his stubble
Her foot moves in circles on his neck with each toenail
Calculating and moving expertly, sans the slippers
Bare; making crescents on his skin from which blood oozes
Darkness falls, but the two lie unperturbed
Then, he lightly treads over to intimacy,
Running his hand down her creamy back whilst she nonchalantly flips through the leaves of a book
The incandescence of her face; he likened to a pearl
Her constancy; to a lone wooden bench
And her seldom spoken soft words; to cascading musical gems
As she lay beside him, her eyes reflect the crystal chandelier overhead
It matters not how long they lie entwined
They listen to the hushed and excited baritones emanating from divine satisfaction
Which releases their imprisoned imagination from the shackles of their own worlds

Additional Quot-age

Familiarity breeds contempt.

Forbidden things have a secret charm.

If your world exists in just black or white, you can be sure that you got no grey matter.

Well done is better than well said.

Adversity introduces a man to himself.

If you meant anything to her she will come back. If you meant nothing to her she might come back. If you meant everything to her, she'll never come back. Unless you fight for her, that is.

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.

Life has no meaning. Rather it is an opportunity to create meaning.

The thing about college is that everybody tries to look different but all they all end up looking the same.

Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.

I got a discount when I went to the disco with the cunt.

Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge.

Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.

Call someone a liar to see his truest side.

He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciousness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the wind of thought, and where creativity blossoms in it's freedom from boundaries and all things are possible.

The Number Song

We wrote this in class today, me and Aditi, inspired by Kimya Dawson's "Alphabutt."

It's fun making picture videos!

The Dream Spa

Today, while napping, I had a strange dream about this spa where you are completely inside a suit whose material is that of a tea bag's and you are to hold someone or something (I am not sure) on your back like you would a monkey/baby/monkey baby, basically kind of resemble the Ra'zac, but a pretty version of it, and stand in a tiny earth bucket thing which has some weird coloured apparently aromatic warm fluid and make Surya Namaskar kind of poses which is basically going up and down except in the dream you weren't supposed to lie down for that little second like you do in a Surya Namaskar but actually just bend down and back up with that weight on your back so it's barely anything like a Surya Namaskar which I could have easily not mentioned to avoid any confusion but I did and I don't want to backspace now because I am loving this whole no full-stop thing it is refreshingly different from how punctuated my writing normally is so anyway moving on, you do those bending postures for n number of times (I didn't count) and then on the last count, as you bend down, you have to remove the weight of your back using your hands and then rise up and the amount of relief you feel when you let go off that weight is so therapeutic that you feel not only physically light, but mentally too.


I thought this could be a good idea for a spa/healing place.