she came from a broken family and left me broken pounded my heart with her lover's hammer and now she stands their like a queen laughing telling me "she sometimes feel bad about me"
and in many nights she writes "are u happy akhu?" i once was her king without my kingdom and then traded my worries with many cheap bottles of alcohol and drank till i dropped myself to sleepl
in the country between us the hungry and naked children they turn into fireflies at nights and the poet worries of the town with no traffic signals and the singer sings the best when her lips are cracked and they dont have the month July but only rain and rain to soak their painful bodies in the fields of poppies
his jokes are not even funny he supports Narendra Modi and he talks like a parrot he does not drink or eat meat he calls his wife before he buys his shirt He thinks Hussain should have thought
before the painting is done
He said loud
"yes yes Buddha is quite well known in India"
he has urinary tract infection
but doesnt want to pay from his pocket
he thinks it is Thai king's responsibility
he says his wife asked him to get thai massage
he has to see Pattaya in 3000 baht
He carries a water bottle everywhere
and now he is coming to sit in my office
as he has to wait for his bus
that will arrive at 11.30 pm
a sparrow playing piano, a pillow listening to radio, a sofa acting like Al Pacino , a roll of toilet paper claiming to be the manifesto, a crow singing soprano, All in a night, all in a night when I am the sleepless knight rolling and tossing in my bed as if it is where i sweat and bleed and leak my life away little by little
No one knows she falls in love like many times as many as she quotes killing of Manorama and June 18th in her articles but she acts strong like the big stone at which folks pray. ... she would talk endlessly of Karl Marx in the class room but outside the room she would sing Richard Marx. she knows she is not consistent at all