Tuesday, July 03, 2007

The blue tint of the room is obscene
As are the happy-thoughts
That swarm inside my head
It's only the sickle of the moon
That cuts the chord
And sets the star free
To fall through the darkness
Old dreams lie sleepless
Look at me, and i will tell you why.

Some thoughts are just so happy. They are like under-nourished suburban mastaans with inflated impressions of themselves. They flex muscles. Wear cheap glasses. Dirty yellow T-shirt(the only good one they own) with weirdly fitted trousers( Hip-hugging. Bell-bottoms. With sliver chains). They lean against walls and stand. Just stand. Like that.

Then there are other thoughts. Well-framed. Decent. Crew cut. Well-bred. They have purses well shoved with Plastic cards. All kinds. They wear clear glasses. Striped shirt. Sober jeans. Boot cut.

The fun begins when the suburb guy takes the train to the city. But I am in no mood to be funny right now. So I will not talk about them. I will talk about the beef biryani I had instead. It was so wonderful.This shop. Man I love cows!

I feel weird. Mostly because I don't feel anything at all. So technically, I don't even feel weird. I can't.


  1. * Places hand firmly on shoulder. Says nothing *

  2. oh, this is so beautiful.this is like striped pages..yellow, sepia and yes blue!

    hic!i feel three pegs down.hic!

    "I'm broke but I'm happy, I'm poor but I'm kind
    I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
    I'm high but I'm grounded, I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
    I'm lost but I'm hopeful, baby

    And what it all comes down to
    Is that everthing's gonna be fine fine fine
    'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
    And the other one is giving a high five

    I feel drunk but I'm sober, I'm young and I'm underpaid
    I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
    I care but I'm restless, I'm here but I'm really gone
    I'm wrong and I'm sorry, baby

    And what it all comes down to
    Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
    'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
    And the other is flicking a cigarette"



  3. Thoughts are thoughts, be it this or that! What is the difference anyways?