Category Archives: traffic

Parting is such sweet sorrow

It really is…….  Hidden somewhere in the bittersweet twang of forsaking the familiar and comforting, is a hint of pungent hope, mixed with the uncanny aftertaste of curiosity. It is difficult to catch – this apprehension that comes with leaving … Continue reading

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Rapporteur

I’ve watched black rain sow its seeds in fields of tarpaulin. pollinate the slum roofs with the manna of kali’s blood. and the angry gods in them come laughing out of blue urchin tongues. poverty’s a bitch, yo. I’ve watched … Continue reading

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Searching for god

(with apologies to Ginsberg, Eliot and the rest of the gang that’s been looking for an angryfix)

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three black crows

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Marine Drive

 

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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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bombay dreams

It’s so sad that Bombay never sleeps. I want to see the city snore. I want to see it take angdai, and snuggle into the night’s arms. I want to see the moon smile at a morning unconcerned with the … Continue reading

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