Understanding poetry
After Annan Thambi's laugh riot, well past midnight, Mr Prasad and me had the whole of Cocoa Tree dropping their laptops (are laptops mandatory in coffee shops?) and overhearing us. [...]
April 2008
the death of brain cells
The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never [...]
March 2008
250 Posts.Summer Rain.Kochi.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. April is the cruellest month.7 days more. One Week. Brace yourself you all.April is the cruellest month.One Week. HaHaHa.DA DA DA.I will show you fear in a [...]
February 2008
Chronicling victimhood
Some learn, Early on, To prostitute their verse. So, in all the waking hours They scavenge for a simple simile That matches requirements, fulfills needs. Like they say, poetry opens [...]
That is No Country for Old Men
That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations - at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded [...]
Lying to children is wrong
Lies Lying to the young is wrong. Proving to them that lies are true is wrong. Telling them that God's in his heaven and all's well with the world is [...]
You Are Great in Love
You are great in love.You are bold.My every step is timid.I'll do nothing bad to you,but can hardly do you any good.It seems you are leading meoff the beaten path [...]
January 2008
Notes From a Dirty Old Man
Once in a while you come across a true SOB without a speck of kindness, and heck he writes poetry. and he says, Dear child, I only did to you [...]
December 2007
Red poppy
Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among objects: nothing mattered or had a name: the world was made of air, [...]
October 2007
Howl – Ginsberg
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
September 2007
The Terms in Which I Think of Reality
Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already. Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable; everyone's an angel. It's Heaven's mystery of changing perfection : absolute Eternity [...]
July 2007
If Sharks were people
-by Bertolt Brechtlink courtesy : "Quitsmoke" Mokashi "If sharks were people," his landlady's little daughter asked Mr. K, "would they be nicer to little fish?" "Of course", he said,"if sharks [...]