Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

happy new year

a year walks in,and another goes by, ushered out on the wings of dark night, its way lighted by the glittering confetti of diamond stars, shimmering,shillouetted,vibrating,melting, like cloud shadows fleeting across waning moons… night is not a celebration though, tormented,distraught,mutilated remnant of happy dreams, and the wind!the wind! it keeps visiting me this night, like [...]

agar do izazat

Kuch soone se lamhe maange ijazat Ki tum gar kaho, hum koi geet gaayein Udasi ke nagme, dabi baat ko Dehekte labon se zara gungunaein Agar do ijazat kabhi yunhi zinda Nigahon nigahon mein hum muskuraein Koi saaz ho na koi sur mile, kabhi ankhon mein yunhi sapne khile udasi ke gul bhi kabhi khilkhilayein [...]

reprise

the shadows come creeping in, bathed in the crimson dark, somewhere in the alleys of desire, a scandal dies, and grief is born. on dirty,watery screens, casablanca plays, and dirty bottles of crystal clear vodka, mix themselves with diry tea served in grimy cups, love,mixed with madness, swirls in irradiated plastic cups, like sanitized formica [...]

batman

i am just a man, falliable,and alone, but i will rise, everytime i fall, fighting my lonely battle, demons,outside, and inside my own mind, forever,the lonely battle, in the dark alleys of my mind, i will always protect you, even against me- prowling the darkness, i will be your guardian angel, the dark star you [...]

wo ja rahi hai,meri heroine…

am watching aakhiri raasta right now…and just now was listening to the song. it comes from the days when the inimitable duo of laxmi-pyare used to create irrepressible melodies [sic] and the song has phrases like “naka naka go”   :P but still, in one of the most obvious set pieces of hindi cinema, it [...]

Four hundred words written without using some vowel

This thought descended in November but kept being postponed. But it seemed to be worthwhile. Like…test my skills in English to see if I could exclude some vowel from my writing but still write something coherent. It seemed terribly difficult when I tried to work it out the first time in my mind, seeking to [...]

silence

look at the moon now, it is strange, crumpled,like an ugly,yellowish lump of paper someone took it out of the dustbin, and stuck it up there,to mock us. the stars seem to be a cosmic parody, of the earthly lights,burning all around me, glittery,loud,brittle,mocking the moon we shared. oh,and the oceans have gone silent, truculent,and [...]

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where eagles dare

this has to be the most sardonically humorous exhange ever,from THE most rollicking adventure story ever written… “Schaffer lifted his head. The muzziness had now left him, even if his sore head had not. ‘Enter, left, reinforcements,’ he announced. “This wasn’t on the schedule, boss. Radio gone, telephone gone, helicopter gone — ‘ ‘Just old-fashioned.’ [...]

hate

sounds strike the ears, and melt over the body, painting me purple and gold wind touches me,and makes me feel dirty, wrapped in stench,and i smile, a rictus frozen time. one love.one life.one lie. i think of you,and the sea, trudging,trembling,sweating blood, i lie to myself again. maybe,if i sell my soul, you will come [...]

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