Crazyfinger

Fever

Every moment of flying away from you
I kept myself occupied with your image
Sitting in the middle of everyone
But looking elsewhere
Sighing and smiling

But now, so far away from you
Body exchange is impossible
Weariness, slow frustration
Shaking of the fingers
Quivering of the tears

First the chest began beating faster
Then the mind wanders off
And keeps wandering off

Now, I am not just hungry again,
Not just thirsty again
Because this love
Is now a fever, stealing my peace
Stealing my friends
Stealing my muse swallow

But I have one hope still
That in this burning
My desire be ashes
So I smile at your silence
And love you any which way, love you more

Heartless No More...!

Two birds set out
From your heart, racing

One filled with tears
Kept looking back

The other with life
Kept soaring high

What lies ahead, you wonder

Why don't you ask the spring
That squeezed your heart
That seized your heart
As you kissed those lips
That said, "Heartless no more...!"

"Aap ki yaad aati rahi..."

How else can a feeling be transferred, wholly and completely...?  Amma, Nanna...did you feel this way too...?

The New Bitch

Back in the day it was:

"That's really why he got upset that day when he couldn't get his engine started.  It was an intrusion on his reality.  It just blew a hole right through his whole groovy way of looking at things and he would not face up to it because it seemed to threaten his whole life style.  In a way he was experiencing the same sort of anger scientific people have sometimes about abstract art, or at least used to have.  That didn't fit their life style either." ("Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance," Robert M. Pirsig)

Now:

...a mass upper class that was so immersed in symbolic and digital cerebration that it had become incapable of carrying out the most ordinary functions.

Feels to me it is the technology that has undergone a transformation in its gender.  Back in the day it was "manly" and now it is "sexy." 

Rights of Man

Once,
When they tore them open
A life fell out of each

Now,
They are driven
Smiling with them
Rights of their own
In bright sunshine

Hauling with them
Buried in black
One mile from the graveyard
The rights of man

Macrolove - N

First cold hands, then warm you
Soon sheets of macrolove
Enveloped me and you
Like a front that's come in

"You silly," you said
"It doesn't die," you said

And now, fat raindrops
Fall on my roof,
In my backyard,
On my palms,
On my forearms,
On my shoulders,
And in all those places
I miss you the most

Our "Book of Saturday"

Rainy night. 
Sometime in 1989. 
Was it November? 
Heaps of cigarette ash in the tray. 
We had already internalized
This song by then. 
Your bright smiling eyes. 
Who would believe
If I tell them now,
How we had the world in our fists then,
How our fingers were already crazy then,
And how we were Kings then,
Our quiet incriminating gaze
Turned inward by then already...? 

Friendship like ours
Is extinct now,
And you,
Somewhere in that
Godawful housing complex
In New Delhi. 

B., this is you and me...!  

"People Like You and Me"

"Maybe corn is just the thing for
People like you and me.
Folks may say we're antiquated,
If they do who cares?"

Sigh. 

From a well wrought urn to a slumdog

It is hard to conceive of a government farther removed from the people in spirit or sympathy than is that of India. (The Atlantic Online, October 1908, The New Nationalist Movement in India, Jabez T.  Sutherland)

Perhaps there is nothing so dangerous, or so evil in its effects, as irresponsible power. That is what Great Britain exercises in connection with India—absolute power, with no one to call her to account. I do not think any nation is able to endure such an ordeal better than Britain, but it is an ordeal to which neither rulers of nations nor private men should ever be subjected; the risks are too great. England avoids it in connection with her own rulers by making them strictly responsible to the English people. Canada avoids it in connection with hers by making them responsible to the Canadian people. Every free nation safeguards alike its people and its rulers by making its rulers in everything answerable to those whom they govern. Here is the anomaly of the British rule of India. Britain through her Indian government rules India, but she does not acknowledge responsibility in any degree whatever to the Indian people.

Reading the above passage, written more than 100 years ago, I can't help but think the passage actually describes fairly well the state of the law enforcement in the India of 2009.  It would be interesting to dig up the history and evolution of law enforcement (police) in India.

Heartless, Stubborn, Impossible, Difficult

Did she talk to you yesterday?  No
The day before? No
Two days ago? No

Seven days ago?
May be.  I don't remember.
I was only thinking she forgot me.

Then, what happened today?
Don't know.
Feel like saying something
To alienate her. 
Feel like squeezing her heart
Real hard. 
Till her knuckles go white.
Till she bites her lips.
Till she sends me an SMS
"Don't ever say that to me again, ok?"
THAT, is what happened today.

Till now, I was only thinking
She forgot me.
Seven days ago.
Two days ago.
The day before.
Until today,
When she remembered me.
With a smile.

There I go again,
Hungry again,
Thirsty again
Sigh.