The lizard dance

return

malakpetmasala — Thu, 08 Jun 2006 12:49:11 +0530

Reason,
gives in to longing
season by season.

And now!

malakpetmasala — Thu, 20 Oct 2005 08:27:41 +0530

And now, they have started deleting my blog entries, what the fuck is this world coming to?
Maybe its time to shift base camps.
good bye fullhyd!

Ode to the unremembered

malakpetmasala — Tue, 11 Oct 2005 06:43:04 +0530

It always takes a genius
to feel dumb
like the ocean at neap tide
haywire and numb

I salute thee, my friend
for the few moments of childish
conversations, bubbling words,
of bus rides to dawn,
happy never ending, thoughts
in myraid dimensions.

As said Nietzsche,
'Though the favorites of the gods die young,
they also live eternally in the company of gods'

you will be missed!

J

Waterlogged hope

malakpetmasala — Mon, 26 Sep 2005 08:50:37 +0530

Anger, like a red paint
spilled over
fields ever-green,
of happy talk.

Broken, into dark smooth
curves of charcoal trails
of tears of sadness
in the farmers eyes
by thunderstorms
before the harvest hour.

say what?

malakpetmasala — Thu, 15 Sep 2005 08:55:30 +0530

How many lifes would it take to get used to living?

________________________________________________________
"You got to let go of what you love
it will come back to you if it really belongs to you".
Oh Buddha, how does this fit in with your teachings that nothing you own actually belongs to you?

Cycles.

malakpetmasala — Mon, 12 Sep 2005 05:22:17 +0530

Breathe-breed-breathe
dig holes-erect poles
kill a few tigers,
fix satellites, fly kites
make them go poo-poo
round and round, around us.
Switch on your television,
bitch about commercialisation
Breathe-breed-breathe

Race you car at high speeds
crash into the sleepy truck
watch yourself in slow motion
and see the city lights
outnumber the stars by ten to two
and if you can fuck, fuck the world
the world's waiting to be fucked.
Breathe-breed-breathe

An ode to the king

malakpetmasala — Wed, 31 Aug 2005 09:34:40 +0530

Shining shining, the night is shining
Tweaky tweaky, my life is turning.
Imaginary friends all crawling
into the cask with snakes and lovers

Shining shining, the night is shining
riding riding, my back is hurting.
Distant drum beats and the ancient theatre
screeching lions eating lame warriors.

Shining shining, the night is shining
slowly slowly, the music's dying.
exorcism, the monsters mating in my bed
by my ribs and the little Spanish lady.

My Voice

malakpetmasala — Mon, 15 Aug 2005 06:31:23 +0530

I refuse to consider myself a part of Asia. The mighty Himalayas stand testimony to my decree; I was born a wanderer, thats my destiny. I call myself paradise, they call me Bharat.

Consort

malakpetmasala — Fri, 12 Aug 2005 09:47:35 +0530

Creeping vines
Grapes and women
vernalise
in the winter cold.
Dispassionate
cold
ugly
winters of life.

progress

malakpetmasala — Wed, 10 Aug 2005 11:31:48 +0530

Mythical evolution
or progressive reincarnation?

Where do I stand
after my foot space
subjugates my mother, my earth. ?

genetic revolution
utopian reserruction?