I think I put this one in facebook once…that was in July when I was still contemplating whether going live with poetry made any sense. Things will not change that easily. 13-7-11 Another Mumbai carnage Please be calm There’s some blood And a limb and a brain. … Continue Reading Still Applicable
Part of a poem on sharing. Do you tell anyone at all your deepest secrets? Do you text someone when you are at the cross roads or the dead end? Do you think that anyone can pull you from the verge? I wonder. What on earth’s wrong? It’s … Continue Reading What on earth’s wrong?
Here’s part of a thought on what non-sleeping people think as opposed to sleeping people. These are two camps of the world, one never understanding the other. It is dark And everything around me is dropping off Except the bloody clock that ticks and tocks….. What surprises In those … Continue Reading Insomniac
Did you know The stench of death Makes good manure? ** Fertile the mass grave Bursting at the seams With dreams. ** I the contradictory rose. My bud a heart that beats And remembers. ** © neelthemuse,2011
It’s difficult commuting in cities in India….people grow old traveling, negotiating, begging, abusing autowallahs……you can’t blame them….and you can’t back their excessive demands either. here’s part of a poem that happened on one sun lit day when I met a good autowallah, a good person. Most of the time … Continue Reading Ode to an honest autowallah who charged Rs 24 only/- …guess where?
Put your finger on your lips Hands on your back Do not breathe even. Sit in a circle With your group Clap your hands. We sit in different spheres Our shadows the same, Each life biting an opposite part. © 2011 by neelthemuse
Am I dreaming? Hey you stop looking at your glowing cigarette tip And check out those uhum! Women of all shapes, shapes, sizes, XS, XXS, XL,XXL,XXXL I’m drooling, are you? What’s a slut anyway? Are all women sluts? Or just those here in the crowd? Why don’t you … Continue Reading Conversation between two relatively nice guys about the Slut walk
On Saturdays will shrink the thought process a bit…. Wrote this one in response to another poem featured on Guardian……you must read the poem if you ask me…… Age The Last Page. Blast it! My cataract. © 2011 by neelthemuse
I am a bit of a lightning poet….so I thought today I should just keep it under control for a bit…..just talk to my readers….do a bit of chitchat….. Can you tell me a little about chit chat? How do you start the conversation going?How do you start a lesson … Continue Reading Chitchat
Can you believe what I read? ‘Off to meet poets with no talent’ a line by Connor Stratman. Who? Connor Stratman Wait a minute Let me google him. I am sad My heart stops The leaves float away Take me in your arms I remember the kiss He could be … Continue Reading A poet blogger speaks to a fellow poet blogger
Something shook. I think it was my heart Filled with the morning rush And kisses sweet of last night Lin ger ing. A trembling glass, a bed that walks, Furniture coming to life, the sky through the windows. I need to … Continue Reading Feeling a quake from the fortieth floor ( To a friend on the fortieth floor)
It’s a problem…isn’t it? The strands that fall out of your middle aged head….I heard someone made a movie about it as well…..here’s part of a poem I wrote on it. Follicle by follicle You deceive It was in a gallery classroom We read Rape of the Lock … Continue Reading Hair Fall
I am Anna Anna is India Now doesn’t that sound a little fascist to you Remember Hitler and the Jew? Sophistry the snake He is a soldier with a dream How many dreams can you kill? A soldier, that’s the point, Plus he’s, dare I say it, … Continue Reading The Argumentative Indians raising TRPS
Come I’ll teach you how to fly Believe Leave me The I The fulcrum Part in your brain Do not question We are all fakes Don’t you agree? We genuflect The genuine But really We are a sum Of parts And one part Says that if you Shut your eyes … Continue Reading A ‘guru’ teaches levitation
Futile! That’s what they will call my life When reading from scrolls to hapless men Who must learn of ancient history To understand now. But I loved every moment Of my fingers on Amba’s waist And Ambalika’s as I dragged them To their destiny. Why not? I was … Continue Reading Bhishma in a moment of self pity
I’m reinventing poetry here. Poetry has been called many things….one of those things is dying art. Is it really? It is what makes the world goes round, what makes people sing….in this blog I’ll discuss poetry and showcase my works…..there are many plans in the making. Hope you enjoy the … Continue Reading Poets of the world…..