Category Archives: I Quote

ethnography

we are mirrors. water. grass. The tip that grazes an ecstatic breeze is the root. and the fortress lies in its foundations. every speck of the vision is an explosion of our own shadows. we nod cinematically; in hypnotic roam … Continue reading

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Meenakshi

Fish eyes. like a leaf. stillgreen. lithe. imploring. a misty morning caught in a gaze. watching. the secret in their eyes. I’m in the great hall. It’s the sorting . A feather falls from the ceiling and gets submerged in … Continue reading

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make way poet

there are words. and there are words. and there are the oiled limbs of inflection that snake through the imagination of a tumbling scape. A madman taps on the door of my mind and brings to me the universe wrapped … 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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white magic

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“The postmodern reply to the modern consists of recognizing that the past, since it cannot really be destroyed, because its destruction leads to silence, must be revisited: but with irony, not innocently. I think of the postmodern attitude as that … Continue reading

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Mushkil hain Kalaam Mera

Mushkil hain jabas kalaam mera ain dil. Sun-Sun ke use sukhanvarane kamil Aasaan kahne ki karte hain farmaish goyam mushkil vagarna goyam mushkil -Ghalib this one always reminds me of Ustad 🙂

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