For the Balcony Man, he wanted to write, Speeches that were short and concise, You can’t go straight to the point, Son, light up a joint, And muddle your words with some vague advice.
Brain Damage (apologies to Pink Floyd)
The poetry is in the dumps. The poet too is on the slump. Remembering flow and metaphors, he laughs at all the times his words were good enough. The verses now, they don’t make sense. The verses now are full of pretence. Locked indoors, the poet struggles to string words, running out of themes, he … Continue reading Brain Damage (apologies to Pink Floyd)
कहाँ गए सब चौकीदार?
कहाँ गए सब चौकीदार? चुनाव चले गए तो ये चौकीदार भी सो गए क्या? कहाँ था चौकीदारों का सरदार जब यूनिवर्सिटी में गुंडे घुस आए थे? ओ अच्छा, सही बताया सर आपने सारे चौकीदार गेट के बाहर ही तो खड़े थे, खाकी वर्दी में। अंदर गुंडे ही तो थे, लाठियां ही तो लेकर आए थे। … Continue reading कहाँ गए सब चौकीदार?
कुछ दिनों से सोच रहा हूँ घर के दरवाजों को रात भर खुला ही रखूँ देश में इतने चौकीदार जो हो गए है । चौकीदारी कहाँ की कर रहे हैं पता नहीं, रास्तों पर दीखते भी है नहीं, पर काफी बवाल हो रहा हैं, तो कर रहे होंगे रखवाली कही अपनी Facebook प्रोफाइल या Twitter … Continue reading जागते रहो
The mask will unravel in five minutes. Right there. I knew that would get your attention. Now wait. Go slow. Take it easy. I’m whiling away time till the whole sheet thaws and can just slide down. You can stay here and watch the circus when the curtain drops. … Continue reading The Unraveling
Look! It’s me.
Today, I dismantled the chords of a song and laid them in the sun. Too bad they didn't spell out my name. Today, I crumpled the sky like a towel. I wanted to see the other side, the politics of planets, and verify if physics obeys its laws when we are watching. Scratch that. The … Continue reading Look! It’s me.
I cannot be a poet
This poem mostly wrote itself while, after reading a Facebook post, I thought about the (perceived) rights of poets to speak about issues. I cannot be a poet No, I cannot be a poet. From the endless fount of issues that may plague the skin of my brothers, I can't write a poem about any … Continue reading I cannot be a poet
How to be an internet intellectual
First, Embrace an ism. Any ism. Nationalism. Feminism. Atheism. Fundamentalism. Communism. Okay that last one's almost dead. All the more likely you will stand out. Stick to this ism like it’s an extension of your skin, like you would not exist had this newly discovered creed of yours hadn’t existed. Second, Voice your opinion. On … Continue reading How to be an internet intellectual
In response to the daily prompt: Careful Careful, think twice before you push that button. It might suck you in, the screen with its rambling, yelling, screeching, ranting, demanding, voices shrieking, the tenor rising, shouts silencing, never stopping, never yielding, never retreating. Even if you ignore its incessant chatter and build a wall around your … Continue reading Careful
So, Faking News published this piece I wrote after the incessant rain in Bangalore this week. http://my.fakingnews.firstpost.com/society/fishing-poised-replace-bengalurus-top-industry-22873 Any more heavy showers next week, and we might see water sports mushrooming in the city too.