I will

disgrace me,

humiliate me,

suppress me,

play your cruel jokes with me,

terrify me,

laugh at me,

dump me,

make a laughing stock of me,

suffocate me,

poison me,

wound me,

deepen all the anguish within me,

castrate me,

frustrate me,

subjugate me

I'll rise like a phoenix

I'll prevail

I'll make you sweat

I'll.

I certainly will.

give me wings

things are waiting in the wings to happen...i know i may come up with a totally nihilistic stream of thought tomorrow... i hope in the heart of my hearts that this strech of good tidings lasts long..i'm hard at work...i dont want to continue as an unfinished project...being recalcitrant had its share of losses...give me wings..........

How Long?

The race is for the eternal

The symphony is rising

And you are left alone

To yourself.

Rise you should

From the depth of this divine despair

From these disparate world systems

To that land of your dreams

Where you are yourself

With your melancholy, modesty and sensibility

Oh! land of my dreams,

land of my dearest thougts,

How long will you keep me waitng?

How long?

How long?

INCEST

Words do not fit into anything

An insect comes over there

Not an ordinary insect

A metamorphised one- kafka's

But it was words that brought it

Words that sting when uttered

Words that kill when kept within

A prolonged suicide

To escape death we go through several deaths

To escape life where shall we go?

Just sing "O Mary, go and call the cattle home

And call the cattle home and call the cattle home

Mary did go, poor Mary

The cattle n'er came back nor did Mary

All the while the insect grows

And there sits a crow which n'er crows

The story of the wolf still remains

Of the wolf that loves the sheep it cannot eat

for we love our prey, love their tastes

N'er know what it's to be eaten

N'er taste our own tastes.

a paen to the unread blog

my blog

you too are deserting me

like the shadows that lengthen around me

like the life I forgot to live and lead

you are still unread, uncouth and unruffled

come what may, I have to live on

bearing the brunt, bearing a thousand inanities

Though I always had this feeling

the sense of being a nonbeing

but still cometh the hour cometh the man

you are my brainchild, my soliloquy

my perennial source of comfort

my life giving elixir..

Roy:

"Nationalism of one kind or another was the cause of most of the genocide of the twentieth century. Flags are bits of colored cloth that governments use first to shrink-wrap people's brains and then as ceremonial shrouds to bury the dead."

Quote, August, 02 2008Arundhati Roy