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Sitting here and talking to you Is like hearing the mad monkey in the sky go cackle cackle with laughter that falls as rain, or the sky’s poetry seeing your eyes grow large with surprise like lovelorn moons jilted in … Continue reading
I wait for it The spontaneous sigh of an idea taking root; trying to dig its feet into the quicksand of my mind I wait for it For a click in the machinery, the sibilant hisssssss of a thought sliding … Continue reading
(with apologies to Ginsberg, Eliot and the rest of the gang that’s been looking for an angryfix)
As Krishnaa (my sister) was watching T.V. this morning she started pouting away and looking jealously at some promo with some dancing Bolly wood star. “Shee Yaar I want to look like Minisha Lamba”, she said. I smiled 🙂