ode to blankness

stretch tight across/a plastic sheet
and daub white paint on the bedlam of earthworms/heal them
before they reach pandora/who strides a porcupine/resplendent in
an ochre garb of rhino hide
take the hour hand from the london clock
and make a monument to martyred flies
drink acid and spit out your words
or drink drink and never say
if your rhyme is unhinged/unlinked
its cool/today bengal didnt think

nightly shadows cross my mind
ink that is dark and flows spurious
down the drains clogged by many, many puerile dreams
has held the curtain thick in my eyes
iridescent mornings spin me dizzy/find my hand

is it you, is it you

are you hiding now
menoka mathay diley ghomta

send me sweets for an afternoon
only if its you
remember the roads to my house pass through yours
rains brought waters in while I slept all morning
your road is now lost, but it is all I am looking for

ode to nafeel(maybe)

the end of the chickens road
was fleshless, and crushed
the early glutton smiles
at this lightness of being

the relish of thugs
and their heretic doom
is not in goats
nor in any length of wing

the mooring of the tongue
is on a lurid spastic gasp
and as a parasitic wasp
it plaudits an artless sting

we have our vanity
in the rich depth of willful lard
we have our redemption in a
judicious palate and commensality

theres nothing to write.what grief.i thought of blogging today but alas my story at this moment lacks zing.a report on the activities of the last few days may be a substitute.this is a period thats worth recording
i could submit my term paper on monday(as per schedule),tuesday was spent in skirmishes with the apostate,football.shit i remember very little of my immediate past.there are certain caveats to weed that im ignoring for sure.
wednesday thats yesterday is a bit more clear though
see morning i went to chochu baari and had a conversation on hot air balloons.she knows a lot.pretty given to fly haan
then in the afternoon came back and am now reading this book 'temptations of the west'.its by pankaj mishra.piquant read.then night i went to binoo's.stoned on the road at 12 in the night,in salt lake,rajarhat,sector v-----an almost erotic foreboding,eerieness of empty,wide roads,salt alke is sinister,im very gregarious
oh before that went to nafeel's.i can now probably situate the calm of this day.twas the dinner of last night
an ode to nafeel is in order

procrastination.reading darwin on a tree,lazy,whats the man saying really.now when you leap struck and coiled first see if youve not left your pillow on the selfsame tree---grapes?no whine.masters inside the album.

hello whats this here in this rain
bent impress on my step piggies in my shed
pluck sundance and a yellowish prep
rain pretty on scarlet red
bring cowbells and blueberry breasts
and pink snot from bigboy chests
and where is chochu,where is she in the fancy dress

beautiful girl/nimble feet
come dance for me
my flute is silver
my tune is sweet
dance for me
do re me

i wrote a song for you
and the tune i set
is threaded finery
wear my bangles on your wrist
and dance to my
do re me

drink to my health
nevermind my frailty
turn round and round on slender hips
i'll recline on the bed and hum you my tune
sway gently to my sovereignty
do re me fa so la ti

rush to the river
heed my call
dont tell me you cant swim
my voice is golden
lose your life to my
do re me