Category Archives: hypocrisy

Reclaim

In the marketplace of time, buying cheap chappals woven by blind hands, tresspass Propriety’s red cloth taunts the wild bull euphemising the truth, Don’t just stand there, abuse Ride her back, and as she throws you like so many grains … Continue reading

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A rioting mind

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

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Tianxia

good trip, bad trip good cop,bad cop everything under the sun slow move, fast move access, space all parading as one Big ball, square chawl no space, watchman ko bulao everything under the sun one, two, lock the door no … Continue reading

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A believer

This tumult of newspapered violence ravages me an incessant fist a thronging orchestra of despair Tired, I turn away and drink the evening swathed in birdsong aah! a believer salvaged.

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bombay rain

Every year around this time, I start marvelling about the rain and how beautiful it is. Then when I walk out on bombay streets, I remember an image. a poem. an old one nevertheless. many of you might have read … Continue reading

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Bombay traffic

The traffic felt like little bullets of testosterone today. As I weaved through the haze of exhaust, hornscream, dirty looks and angry rants, on my cycle, I saw a pair of cars plonked bang in the middle of the road. … Continue reading

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Note

It’s uncanny, almost ridiculous. The sight of a city creeping up on you like a cocked gun in the dark. Always when you’ve forgotten that familiar reek of something not quite right. Of the grime, the filth, the death, the … Continue reading

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