MiNd MiNiNg

From time to time, I mine. Occasionally a gem shows up, but most of the times, it’s just dirt. 

• I see people taking a leak, by the roadside. I see men whistling out, as a girl walks by. And I think to myself, whatta wonderfool world!
• Never have I felt more alone than when I am with you, said rubber to glue. #BullshitRhymes
• My autowallah to another autowallah "Abey kitna dabayega be?"
• I'm not rude. People are stupid.
• Biological waste happens.
• Smiles to go before I weep.
• Dear lord! When will the fascination with being a hipster become mainstream?
• I like your perfume. Smells like trouble.
• If you're happy and you know it, put a goddamn smiley face! I'm not a mind reader.
• I love your curves, especially the one on your face.
• I'm not a hipster. I care. If caring is mainstream. So be it.
   

 

Supernova

Even at my best I'm worst with you. Maybe it's me and my self consciousness and how I'm putty in your hands. 

Maybe it's your radiance, your faint realisation of the effect you have on my sorry heart.

Maybe it's your deliberate, reckless manipulation of the ground beneath my feet so that I'm consistently, helplessly at your mercy. 

Maybe it's my masochism, my hopeless need to please you, betraying every last ounce of my feministic ideals.

Maybe, just maybe, you're my supernova. My power, my pleasure, my pain.

Para, para, paradox

Dont tell me to wish on shooting stars, if wings are not on the list.
Dont tell me it's a part of who we are, and then ask me to control it.

Come on baby light my fire

Someone died today, I know it. The air is heavy with sorrow

I saw the burning embers, bits of crumbling memories, succumbing to the flames

I saw the rising fumes, and the sweet heady odor

The dark room, the loud music – feels like a funeral alright

The whiskey laden breath spew curses at me

The shaky dank hands point and fling in tandem

I dodge the bullet, I mean the ash tray  

Pick my way around the broken bits of glass

The abuses get louder, more awful, but nothing I haven’t heard already

And then I found the corpse, my soul, withered and mutilated

*sigh* such wasted rescue effort
So I left, slashing the gas pipe on my way out