MASHAALLEIN OR THE TUNGSTEN TORTURE

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Thursday, November 17, 2005

KILLER QUEEN-QUEEN

She keeps her Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
'Let them eat cake' she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Kruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice
Chorus

She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Recommended at the price
Insatiable in appetite
Wanna try?

To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minor
Then again incidentally
If you're that way inclined

Perfume came naturally from Paris
For cars, she couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise
Chorus


Drop of a hat she's as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She's out to get you

Chorus


Recommended at the price
Insatiable in appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try

Monday, November 07, 2005

I'M BACK!

...here. :)

Saturday, November 05, 2005

















कांच की बंद खिड़कियों के पीछे
तुम बैठी हो घुटनों में मुह छुपाये
क्या हुआ यदि हमारे तुम्हारे बीच
एक भी शब्द नही है।


मुझे जो कहना है कह जाऊँगा
यहाँ, इस तरह अनदेखा मेरा खड़ा होना
मात्र एक गंध की तरह
तुम्हारे भीतर बहार भर जाएगा

क्योंकि जन घुटनों से सर उठाओगी
तुम बहार मेरी आकृति नही
यह धुंधली सी शाम
और आंच पर जगी
एक धुंधली सी भाप
देख सकोगी
जिसे इस अंधेरे मेंअ
पिघला कर मैं छोड़ गया होंगा

- सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना

Friday, November 04, 2005














I touch myself.
I kiss you.
You see nothing.

My dreams turn:
barking Pierrots,
copulation mysterioso.

Last night a bird spoke...
Look for the light,
it will come from the north.

...lies,
I long for the ooze,
frogspawn,

a bright ring of algae
round my throat.

-Ophelia, Jeet Thayil, English

Wednesday, November 02, 2005














So many Dilated pupils(and teachers),
twisted endorphins and pro-tease inhibitors,
the whole world's high except for me.
I alone do my job: maintain and be
the last refuge of sobriety.
-Heroination ,Jeet Thayil 'English'

A very nice poem here.

P.S.: I shall be back here soon.