Not a drop of booze, yet am drunk. No iota of drugs, yet stoned like a skunk. Bestowed on our world is a wide-eyed dream — Mo Salah, you’re our valorous king. LivRoma Bestow
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Sorry, Asifa
Our depleted conscience will, some day, sink deep in the earth and await the world’s end. We’ll be a sea of dead pigs walking in the garb of men. Conscience? What’s that? All we care for is the head to be held high - not our’s, but Napoleon’s head. We adorn him with the … Continue reading Sorry, Asifa
The Curse of the Dead Leaves
‘Twill be 15th April tomorrow. We’ll light a candle on our front porch or at the India Gate. The hounds will smack us and draw our blood. The squirrels will still say you brought it on yourself – By choosing a wrong set of parents, by being kind to that pony and lurking alone … Continue reading The Curse of the Dead Leaves
A Tribute to Joy Goswami
Sorry, this one’s in Bengali 😉 কাফকা নামের কেকটি খেতে যেদিন পৌঁছে গেলাম মন্জিনিসের ঘরে আমার নিজের মেঘবালিকা সেদিন চড়লো এসে মাঝরাতেতে ঘাড়ে. ফুঁ মেরে এক ক্যান্সারেতে ঘুম তাড়িয়ে বললাম আমি, “মেঘ হয়েছিস, বৃষ্টি হবি? দিস ভিজিয়ে মনের জমি?” সে বললো, “বৃষ্টি হবো নাকো, তার বদলে বাদলা হাওয়া হয়ে তোমার মনে বৈব সারাদিন, জাগিয়ে … Continue reading A Tribute to Joy Goswami
Dystopia
It’s the kingdom of beans, and beans are its prey. It’s the era of shrimps, and shrimps are at bay. For every inch you tend to fly, stick to the manual, don’t stray. For your meagre beanhood’s sake, don’t stray. It’s the kingdom of beans, beans we all are. Beans we ever tend to stay … Continue reading Dystopia
Laments of a Venus Fly Trap
Lured by Miss Havisham’s quirkbox, Philip messed his doe-eyed childhood. The sight of gran’s pink dress almost killed little Red Riding Hood. Love kills black widow spiders - lovers turn dish for their partners. For some never committed vice, Desdemona paid with her life. It’s a big world, a bad world - a whacking weird … Continue reading Laments of a Venus Fly Trap
A Brief History of my Disintegrated Childhood
Ronaldo comes with a “Christiano” tag these days. Paolo Maldini runs a fashion brand now. Romario and Bebeto score goals in history books. Lance Armstrong is screwed, so are Michael Schumacher and Tiger Woods - by different means and magnitudes. This was my idea of James Bond: They say he’ll look like this in the … Continue reading A Brief History of my Disintegrated Childhood
Definition of a Tomb
Lisping memories, meandering thoughts, piercing smiles, silvern tears, hope, despair, aspirations and ambitions - all swaddled in a wooden box six feet underground.
Dismay
One afternoon a vagabond dragging blissful puffs off his cheap cigarettes, will be oblivious to the erstwhile caterpillar flapping its satin winglets to leave its cocoon and fly off and suck dry all hints of a civilization that lets its clueless children cry and unceremoniously die. Hello WordPress, it has been a while. Post written … Continue reading Dismay
Liebstar Award Nomination
Wow! Thanks, Imran Saeed, for nominating me. Let me answer your questions first: What do you enjoy most about blogging? Meeting different people from all across the planet. If you had a chance to bring back one of the greatest names of literature that are deceased so they could groom you, who would it be and … Continue reading Liebstar Award Nomination
