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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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Searching for god

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

Posted in Atyachar, beauty, City, Could be verse, epiphany, Gothamisation, hasi to fasi, I want to ride my bicycle, It is written, middle class mithya, nasha, night, nostalgia, poetry, the apocalyptic real, traffic, vignettes, why? | Tagged , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

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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