Category Archives: hmmm

Darbaar Sahib

Posted on August 1, 2017 by teevramadhyam

you have to peel off religion one translucent skin after another * finding god is drawing blood the knife goes in slowly black, viscous, slimy faith oozes out and then it happens as sudden as thought or sleep … Continue reading →

Posted in ananth, beauty, City, community, Could be verse, epiphany, hmmm, ilham, nasha, nature, night, poetry, sacredisprofane, the beauty myth, why? | Tagged Amritsar, Darbar Sahib, Golden Temple, Langar, poetry, Sewa, Sikhswag | Leave a comment

‘I’ll tell you all the news

Posted on March 4, 2017 by teevramadhyam

the ocean froths In the empty ghada a Shrill whisper rises Like piss in the stream The fawda picks away at the clod Darknesses converge Upon the decaying carcasses The dead stink Louder than blasphemies In the sacred chamber And time, … Continue reading →

Posted in #poemaday, Atyachar, community, Could be verse, Gothamisation, hmmm, I want to ride my bicycle, It is written, middle class mithya, night, One Bad Day, picture abhi baaki hain mere dost, poetry, why? | Tagged abhi jo ho raha hain, chaos, cheen ke lenge, leftie, media, news, sangharsh, stream | Leave a comment

question

Posted on February 6, 2017 by teevramadhyam

Things happen slowly The turning wheel is only a notch In the spiral I asked the stone If it remembered How the sun drenched Its sleep And it showed me the forest and a childhood of falling things When the … Continue reading →

Posted in #poemaday, ananth, beauty, Could be verse, epiphany, forest, hmmm, nasha, nature, vignettes | Tagged everything as it is, observer, sit back, stone, voyeur | Leave a comment

Protected: aranya #6: the beginning

Posted on January 24, 2017 by teevramadhyam

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Posted in aranya, Could be verse, epiphany, forest, hmmm, nasha, nature, nostalgia, poetry, Prosepoetry, vignettes | Tagged aranya, evening, forest, tara, Tigress, wild | Enter your password to view comments.

Protected: aranya

Posted on December 22, 2016 by teevramadhyam

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Posted in #poemaday, aranya, City, forest, hmmm, It is written, Lou, nature, night, Prosepoetry | Tagged aranya | Enter your password to view comments.

morning

Posted on April 13, 2015 by teevramadhyam

and dawn looks through the French windows, ruffles my hair and slips in between the sheets knocks on the door of my breath and listens to me with an ear to my chest listens to the tangerine ring of sleep … Continue reading →

Posted in ananth, Bombay, Could be verse, epiphany, hmmm, I want to ride my bicycle, kaha gaye woh din, Lou, middle class mithya | Tagged Bombay, bombay streets, city, commieness, crows, dawn, morning, waking up | Leave a comment

Midnight Local

Posted on August 27, 2013 by teevramadhyam

City’s courier carrying good news into tomorrow – resting commuters

Posted in Bombay, City, Could be verse, Gothamisation, hmmm, I want to ride my bicycle, night, One Bad Day, poetry, the apocalyptic real | Tagged breathing pulse, local, night, recharge, train | Leave a comment

the hook beside the fan

Posted on August 25, 2013 by teevramadhyam

the hook beside the fan runs incarnadine like your eyes turning red with the green smoke of memories masquerading as dance in our paranoid conversations in our soot black minds our black tongues magnified on walls with kites that hold … Continue reading →

Posted in ananth, beauty, Bombay, City, Could be verse, epiphany, hmmm, I want to ride my bicycle, It is written, kaha gaye woh din, Lou, Music, nasha, night, nostalgia, picture abhi baaki hain mere dost, poetry, the apocalyptic real, vignettes | Tagged dark, Devalay, dost, dushman, food, life, light, Love, memory, nasha, nostalgia, paisa, present, pyar, saathi, sex | Leave a comment

A rioting mind

Posted on June 19, 2013 by teevramadhyam

I dreamt of blood of men with sticks and fire beating their breasts like gongs I dreamt of a riot in an anywhere town with anyhow cries tearing the crackling sky I dreamt of relief that it wasn’t me; that … Continue reading →

Posted in Atyachar, City, Could be verse, Gothamisation, hmmm, hypocrisy, middle class mithya, One Bad Day, the apocalyptic real, why? | Tagged communal violence, death, fear, kalyug, pogroms, riots, terror | Leave a comment

Soul sparrow

Posted on June 17, 2013 by teevramadhyam

She hides the sun in her wings Her beak clicks against the pane like … Continue reading →

Posted in beauty, City, Could be verse, epiphany, hmmm, nature, One Bad Day, poetry, vignettes | Tagged bird, hmmm, solitude | Leave a comment