Another year, another autumn… A swinging club,and yet another yell:\”Move along, move along!\” A sign for the caravanto pack up and leave.To move on… Ma\’am destiny,you think you\’re very funny?Alright, I\’ll play along:\”Ha.\” But, to all your vicious barbs,here\’s my repartee:\”To hell with it!\”
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The World Won’t Stop Just Because It’s Raining
Twenty-one kilometers of mayhem Heaven’s blitzkrieg of shards of glass A retribution of sorts For plunders and extorts Committed by mankind crassDon’t know what made me go on What drove me through that insane maze As I peered out of the windscreen And Metallica thumped within All I could see was a sea of hazeContinue reading “The World Won’t Stop Just Because It’s Raining”
Poesque Skies
A sleight of handOver mortal landA change of seasonFor no rhyme or reasonA sinister pallAn advancing squallThe early nightInciting frightOf rain and gloomOf chaos and doom
Inside [~] Outside
Inside [~] OutsideAmber glow [~] Slatish skiesBusy murmur [~] Silent rainsClickity clack [~] Tippity tapSoundproof windows [~] Happy clamorCubicle walls [~] Strawberry fieldsOrder [~] AriaPyramid [~] WoodsWork [~] LifeWithout [~] Within
Tedium
Tedium, Sisyphean tedium Still, in the middle of the PacificHot afternoon sun and pin-drop silence Slow…dead slow…Calm…dead calm… Not a ripple in the skiesNot a gust in the waters Breath sucks molten leadThoughts pushing shut synapses Steady beat of a sluggish heartNoisy gush of thickened blood An unending rhythm that doesn\’t changeA drummer in aContinue reading “Tedium”
दिल्ली किसकी है?
दिल्ली किसकी है?किसीकी नहीं…इसे अपना बनाना पड़ता है —कुछ ज़ोर-ज़बरदस्ती से,कुछ चपेट खाते हुए |दिल्ली उसकी है जिसने नदी के बहाव कोमोड़कर तैरना सीखा;जिसने मुस्कुराते हुएटूटे शीशे पे चलना सीखा;जिस ने सीखा की मेरी पहचानएक शहर, एक पिन कोड से नहीं है;मेरी पहचान मेरी सोच, मेरी ताकत से है|मेरे लिए पूरी दुनिया दिल्ली है|
All That Needs To Be Said
The more I listen,the less I have to say.All that needs to be said,has been said already. But the brain tricks me into sayingthings that have already been said:The vacuum around me fills upwith words that gush out like a geyserand lead to another blank sheetover and over againin a silly unending loop. Damn you,Continue reading “All That Needs To Be Said”
Who Am I?
Who am I?Who am I to question?Who am I to question the labels put on me?Who am I to say who I am and who I\’m not? Who am I but shifting dunes of desert sands.Who am I but stale porridge of fading memories.Who am I but an uncertain chimera of a broken imagination.Who amContinue reading “Who Am I?”
In Search of Excellence
The reluctant minion has tears in his eyes.And a grimace on his face— He has he been crying… Or… Has he been laughing?! Blind to his torment and predicament the lordships roar timidly into the imagined horizons of gold and glitter.They ride on shifty waves of delusion;Powered by gusty winds of arrogance.Self-righteousness is their onlyContinue reading “In Search of Excellence”
A Hustle Amidst the Bustle
Life―Is a tussle,a hustle amidst the bustle,of alternatives and choices,made worse byoxy-morons and paradoxes. A trade-off―between pros of this and cons of that;between cons of this and pros of that;between the safe and the right;between bank notes and sleep good night;between what they say I ought to do,and what I say I want to do.Continue reading “A Hustle Amidst the Bustle”
Anupam Choudhury 