Rings of Smoke

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

of chocolate cake,coffee and cigarettes

another sleepless,futile night i did not start studying even today started the day…no,that is all wrong…the day did not start actually,because the previous one never ended,right?anyways…went to dadu’s for a slice of chocolate cake followed by coffee and cigarettes.notice all the c’s? by trying to cut down on cigarettes, i have been smoking more and [...]

game theory

we are pawns, charting out strategies, against each other, setting plots and ploys, participants in an infinite prisoners’ dilemma,voluntarily stonewalling every effort at communication. allowing mistrust to creep in, deciding on utilities, we look at the other, as objects-pawns, to be sacrificed by dominant strategies, stonewalling every effort to talk… we both lose. N.B. for [...]

life

dumb,burning eyelids, droop over sleepless eyes, and tired brain projects beautiful colours, shutting out music world is one polychrome symbiont, sipping on blood, where does it get its colours from? night is bleak and pretty stars,blurred suns blazing light on exhausted body hallucinations and memories of sleep and an interminable fever. being tired is beautiful.

madness

another night of insomnia followed by sleep after six i dont know when.had a paper at nine,and it was a day of madness.Pankaj bhaiya left his exam to wake me up at 9 30.entered exam when half an hour of the 90 minute paper was already gone,and found that the paper was even madder.managed to [...]

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