Friday, November 27, 2009

it is way past midnight and
i am going out of my mind
browsing through my old notebooks
listening to sappy old love songs
and slowly poisoning myself
with vast quantities of
self-pity, self-loathing and self-doubt
while my cynical self waiting outside
of an unmovable picket line
drawn by the wisdom of
a guilty conscience and shaky hands of
years of accumulated regrets

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

there are those who
by a cruel accident of nature are happy
and there are those who
in their deep-seeded compulsive need
can't stop
questioning, subverting, deconstructing
and debasing everything
even their own (un)happiness
with a vengeance of vicious cynicism

pfft, spelled `deep-seated' wrong
aaand cut to commercials

Friday, November 13, 2009

cats of this city are watching over me
even in their sun drenched sleeps on sidewalks
a warm welcome coming from the kings and queens of
  asphalt, concrete and few patches of green
  city has failed to strangle 
  in her ever growing tentacles 
  spreading like an unstoppable disease
even after the politics of my genes, 
  the politics of my language(s) and histor(y|ies) 
  deemed that i was a suspect 
  on narrow straights of people's minds
  and on paper, on three different continents
but here, i know cats don't care
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