Fog & Circles

Fog is the old man
who longs
to linger in solitude

It hurts bad when its asked
to move away from the village
like how it hurts when
the nipples of circles
are mutilated everyday
by the tip of the compass
of students
in their pursuit for perfection

Circles don't like geometry
Fog does not like city

But now
that the fog is here
We have the privacy
to pee anywhere

A car seems nice


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Gravity is a cute force

Like the tidal wave
righteously drunk
as per the lunar calendar
wayward, obnoxious
I reconnaissance
the pride of your terrain-
abrupt and unapologetic
Your armpit like unripe

half cut papaya from inside-
soft and detailed.
The vapour of grass
from your alluvial earth
is benign everywhere
I clinch my feudal rights
to your physical existence
Succumbed to the magnet
of your navel, I hurl south
That sullen, trodden denial
before you adjust me
in your python thighs and
the adjacent nest
Gravity is a cute force-
we deny its plausibility
But this animal like vigour
dissipating through me
screeching for you-
I will give it
only a five out of ten

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Hyperbolas Are Two Parabolas in Denial

The cavalier of men
worn down
by the size of pain
are too many

Outside the window
the rain is wet
Inside its not
because we are having coffee

Watch the plants nod
to the queries of wind
They are tourists
speaking just one language

Death of plights
is a good reason to feel happy

Whiplashes of first love
don't mind time.

It proceeds.

We follow
in the hope of

death of plights


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A Liquid In Brown

Spears command
attention-
Ask the tribals

Earth holds one
right through the middle,
tilted,
that's how we know
days from the nights

Pretty girls are shy
Prettier ones fuss a lot
Prettiest are way too
perplexed

We need the group photo
to decide which one to kiss

Recursive function
is a lonely schizophrenic

Need to terminate this fractal
called Romance


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Blue, Green & Chrome Yellow

The maddening crowd
quiets our laments
and we sink into
a consoling chaos.

The sunflowers
are all look-alike sisters
Without their father around
they are teased by bees
who tickle them in mouth.

The sun is too hot.
The moon serves the earth
like a concubine
with philosophical scars.
Earth carries his mirror
in her pocket.
But oceans don't like to dance
to the tune of this celestial whore
every calendar month

No, I don't have the audacity
to reaffirm the lost cause again

There are hits and misses

Bull's eyes are below
its fucking horns always



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Paper Planes

Do not let your musings
be whirled away by wind
like farts of babies-unnoticed
It needs shade
It needs pen

Go wherever you must
take your life along
It need not stay
where you belonged
always

Like a toddler
it needs
to look around

Like a lost boar
getting familiar with a city
it needs to
tumble things down
first

Let it laugh when you're the joke
Let it smile when the story is over

Vigilance is prudent
Dogs will take care


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Unusualness of Snake And Ladders

A beautiful reflection upon a still lake
turns the whole world upside down

Death makes us run the never ending
relay race, with our family as the team

Flights of pursuit often gets delayed
but the flying is never tarnished

A possibility is smothered for its only crime
of having the right to exist among others

A face to die for-
at times, dies a natural death



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The Incongruency of The Two Pillars

Human face is the innocent
misbegotten child
of the ego and freedom upstairs

Looking beautiful is a mask worn-
a mask that commands inquiry
for its inherent mystery

And
for centuries
ugliness has been stripping off
what looks beautiful
to see
if it too is ugly within,
but what it has discovered is
fear

Ugliness wants to spread itself
Beauty wants to contain itself


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Can We Have Some More Please?

'Excess' is a fruit
whose orchard is infected
It is hogged swinishly
in the guise of competence
whose unending greed
would like to have some more

Rifles are fired
in the land of war
Guns are favored
by the keepers of law
Ordinary men who can't afford
would like to hate some more

We fuck the law
We fuck the land
We fuck people
and their innocence inside
We, the children of fuck,
would like to fuck some more.

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So Be It

Marquez and मुक्तिबोध
are not comfortable together
in a given alphabet system

Muktibodh doesn't sound like himself in Roman
whereas मार्केज़ seems stranger in Devnagari

There should be a mathematical way
which expresses them uniquely and
brings them together perfectly

That combined relation would indeed be
an expression of immense wilderness
and deep-felt beauty

Amen
तथास्तु

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Pigeons, Humans

Time after time,
having been disturbed
I have learnt
that pigeons are early morning fuckers
should they find an open window

Lady pigeons impregnated in doggy style
by anonymous fuckers of the same zip code
all near my window

Time after time
having been disappointed
I have understood
that fucking is a futile attempt
to connect two souls

Arriving to dispel the curse of loneliness
two bare bodies entwined disconnected
near the same goddamn window


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Attempts at Suicide With Expired Poison

Loners of the world
getting united online
Ladies getting groped
in subways all the while

Tramps throwing stones
at the big bull's horn
Diffident ones making love
watching porn

Teenagers after facial
straight up to bar
Contagious ones
exchanging saliva and tar

Big fat ladies
lying naked under sun
Sinners of the young
buying up guns

Holy men of shrine
jailed for getting lewd
Girls, on lover's urge,
getting pubic hair removed

Look alike sisters
scratching each other
Comrades of war
fucking each other

GOD has a 'D' 'O' 'G'

God, I believe in you-
you intrude way too much
in my every instinctive decision

It would rather be easier if I
constantly felt the invisible grave
that I carry on my back
through my voyages across vagaries.

I know you'll laugh thinking:
"The universe is a Big Bang
You are just a bubble-gum"

You could be right for all I know
Its a bit demeaning but

Anyhow, accept my humble prayers
O Keeper from above !
its You who dictates our freedom-

'F' 'R' 'E' 'E' 'D' 'O' 'M'

For A Girl I Used To Chat A Lot With Over The Internet

Makes me smile
when I think
how we spent
hours of sleepless nights
in front of the PC
adjusted to the opposite
time zones,
committed sincerly to the
call of watch

How the vigor of our youth
mixed with the fever of eagerness
transpired to an addiction-
for you more than coffee
for me more than TV

It was sad we could never see each other face to face-
I never got to see what color suits you the best,
never could catch a glimpse of you smiling in the out-of-focus world,
never could smell your favourite perfume on you,
never could notice how your face looks in different lights,
never could hear the sound of you while looking at you

The spin of earth bears witness to the feelings we shared
how we wanted to stay together forever
and still chat over the net

Like our smiles conveyed by emoticons
and words build on keyboard,
In this vast collection of withs and withouts
called humanity,
wish you could just simply be located by Ctrl+F

The last page of my email
carries me to our first days when you
used to send those
one liners and silly forwards.
You must have had no idea that
the same things of fun
would one day look so sad to me.
That I understand.
But what saddens me more is
that tiny mail of yours
where in two lines without a full stop
you made me believe that life is a good thing


Wishing is a fanciful thing.

I wished to keep you
as perhaps a gift
that serendipity
could have presented me
except that it didn't


but I have your funny mails


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Theory of Big Bang

A girl turns out a bitch-
one more dog on this earth.

Delights Across Disquiets

Wings adrift
in the clove cold
search a
lukewarm bonfire
in the gentle grass
amidst other
weary wings

Solitary,
despite the mellow hue
and evening laziness,
the sky longs for
the flapping of feathers

Home far away
destiny afar
somewhere

Worries, hardly any-
silent serendipity and I

We go a long way back

Damn it

The cut
inside me
aches in pulses-
up, down & up

A sinner's mercy

is all I await.
An encrypted clue is all

you deny to unveil.

Sometimes
one's existence
is else's pain.

Out Of Thousands

Of the thousand things

that could be uttered
why we chose only those words ?

Why the feelings flew
in the wings of a chosen few ?

Did we miscalculate
or surrender randomly?
Were the phrases out of sight
or manifested too ordinarily?

And how do we compensate now?
Letting more words crowd.