meghnad badh rachana

whats with the weather ya.what i had welcomed once has become a frankenstein,a gnawing tearing depression
makes me feel suicidal when alone,but then theres me homies and playaz and i dont feel that bad anymore
arka came over in the afternoon.arka means the sun,brought me none,sadly
so did kunal,athena and azeem(in that order)
a faint sliver of hope for a dreary day
kunal and i went on a cycling trip to mashi.tour de trance
who mashi---the most important relationship in calcuttas youth consciousness
but jesus son of mary
and mashi mother of hari,what a cycle is haripada's(the mashi in question is my mashi).the handlebars inclined,the pedals broken,the brakes dont stick
felt like the last action hero riding it
we resurrected further memories from the play.snaps,videos and audio clips et al.diverse alarums
what a bond they share
the clouds and the moon
every morning the sun is blotted out,wet and cold
and every night the moon
is cajoled out in a sequined sky
what a time to be alive,and to be young very leaden
the heretic,the apostate,the convert
praised the devil and damned the lord
a god that is spoken of in lore
as retributive as punitive
brings us floods,and after him the deluge
the pupil that was the diminutive
favours our joys and protests our woes
the scriptures talk of a ghastly guilt
warns of a rain to wash this sin
he too was the salt of the earth
whom the gods felled to save the queen