sorry

god this got posted too far
four times.fuck
tecnologys not for me.it always has the last laugh
sorry.it looks awful

foolscap

as the situation returns to normalcy in parts of the play hit cast,it gathers for a review of its own performance
as the rains frustrate the gloomy with erratic bouts of trickling wheezing,umbrellas have been lost to disdain
as and when it begins
yes today has been without incident much.ektuku choan lage re.but not really in the grip of anything.which sucks
no binding commitments,no inviolable promises to keep
the tigress roared deep inside me today.she lives inside me,but i am sadly not her
the afternoon was good.gariahat revisited.anekdin por.daarun laglo
in came the apostle with a prophecy of disater,and a cure for foolhardiness,baba
ey rokom hoyei thake
je aami byartho samayer pradarshani te
phite kat te pitrideb ke daaki
kintu uni shonen na kichhui
ashen bolen aar kete phelen phite
aajo tai holo
ta te kiba eshe gelo(hirak rajar deshe)

flesh in white sauce

i was disturbed by a fly
in the course of my meal
it thought it a pool,what was really my dish
perhaps because floating in it were small dead fish

the spectators gasp on a deathly blow
the beast radiates a deathly glow
the matador fumbles on a graceful bow
the chefs special is a cow

the toast of a morning is on both sides buttered
the rose and the carnations even in monsoons are watered
weve been thinking a lot but weve never really bothered
did the goat think before it was slaughtered

i'll sit down to lunch in some time from now
to white linen,silver cutlery,delicate china and how
for universal peace it is a white dove
but for me,its a chicken i love

tokenism

gultu got out the boat
and the duchess the rope
we started at the right time
it was monsoons the early overtures
the witches brought light
and the duke tended to the dark
there were many amongst us who thought
this play is but a lark
kunal kept the score
we all took turns to open athees door
we did this play
with a small prayer of hope
if there'd be no applause
let there be dope
was there there was
practise that poached rest
the preacher spoke in jest
granny nanny and the child
the baby if you want
i held her trembling
she forgot her lines fumbling
whod believe mo is bedlin
the monsoons an excuse for maudlin
memories
in the morning we woke not from sleep
but from a stupor of bees
in the morning the music died
but gultu keep the boat ready

ode to flossy

the cakes and cookies
lie uneaten many days
adorned by moths
are also the sides of the windows and the door
balmy afternoons bring back
the ghosts of a christmas past
and now look at us
at the peak of a high
felled by a thrill binge
a melo theatrical coitus
ha ha ha
therefore the laments of impersonators
of knaves and cons and other double beings
are mistaken as the longing
for interesting and different things
there used to be a dog between us
we used to be bitten everytime
i used to be smitten all the time
the breeze rattled the wind chime
and i wasnt looking then,i had let go
i feel we're all looking back now
in the supine theatre of dreams
in variations on the same theme
but this isnt about us or me
its about the dog
it has a name
the unknown but the present
bow wow flossy