for a song

Bells knoll my crime and a witch-hunt has begun.
Last night my diamond ring glistened within you
And now my blood is spilt and the writing is on the wall.
Hooded mob walk the streets and death threats fly home,
For one cupful of frenzied love I sold my freedom for a song.

summer springs

Summer like corners open up in the room

Windows bang open with the salty breeze

And every evening looks like rain

As I drive home through a deserted summer street.

The verandas open to the blue green mango tree

From where the cuckoo bird entices me.

My mom plays god with sugar cubes

And the kitchen now smells of lemon tea.

Summer springs up in empty alcoves

And the purple month turns green

And soon many leaves will die a death

But for now they shimmer in the new summer breeze.

top 5 things i watch on the youtube!

The Late Late Night Show with Craig Ferguson

The l word

Will and grace

The Ellen show

Southpark

i was tagged by nags

3 things you should know about the no. 3Always eat 3 rotis/chapatis/parathas… 2 is too little 4 too much.
My memory begins when I was almost 3 years old.
I have 3 Fahrenheit tees which I bought in a pack of 3...peach, grey and navy blue.



3 things that scare me:
Rape
Plane crashing with me or my family in them
That I will never get pregnant.



3 people who make me laugh:Pranav my bestest friend in the whole wide world.
Sangeeta
Roshni

3 things I love:The colour orange
Monsoon
Power cuts so the whole family can sit together and talk.


3 things I hate:Shallow people who lie to themselves
Humidity
Dry skin


3 things I don't understand:
Quantum physics…..umm...Even elementary physics
Why people delude themselves
How racists and homophobes and other discriminators live with themselves.

3 things on my desk:Lot of orangey yellow things……had balloons for a long time
A statuette of an African woman carrying 2 kids
A witch’s hat

3 things I'm doing right now:When and how and to whom will I get married
The times I spent with Pranav and how they were the end of childhood and are my first memories of adulthood.
About how much money I can save at the end of this year.


3 things I want to do before I die:Have a daughter
Create my own family and its fables
Buy my own house


3 things I can do
Write gorgeous letters
Type moderately fast with 4 fingers….sorry mavis beacon
Introspect…introspect…introspect


3 things you should never listen to:
Religious preaching…of any religion……..long enough and you will start believing them
Music too loud…I get migraine
Anyone you don’t respect.




3 things I'd like to learn:Painting
Japanese
And cooking


3 fav. foods:Momo s
Potoler dorma
Magi………also anything with cheese on it,


3 beverages I drink regularly:Soy milk
Tender coconut
Gatorade

3 TV shows/Books I watched/read as a kid:The butterfly island on star plus
G.I. Joe
Small wonder…also the wonder years.

3 people I tag:Tupai
Medusa
and lt

If they still read the blog that is.

Would you know this about me?

Have not lived away from family for more than 15 days …in my life.

I love my father.

Yesterday was the first day I stayed alone at home.

Am capable of handling a lot…more than I thought I could. Yesterday, the lock on my main door got stuck and we had to break open the door…which took 1 hour. And my dog was stuck inside the house…awwww.

I am completely capable of taking care of home and myself And Can cook well enough to sustain life…..mine and my dog’s.

Still can be brutally honest and Ears still go hot as I prepare to be mean.

I had jaundice recently and have lost a lot of weight and vomited 50 times in a week.

I think I am ready to get married.

Who makes the same mistake twice?

I punch hard into thin air and fall on my face

Beauty warm beauty is now all muddy

And nobody gives me a hand

And I pretend that it’s all fine

And prepare to go back to my glass palace

Doll’s house friends call it.

I knock at my window and the whole house breaks down

Someone threw the second stone

And I punch again and this time I don’t fall

Who makes the same mistake twice?

we roam the streets

Factories of dreams are now controlled by these one armed men
So you and I now dream the same dream
And we walk the same streets every night
And the street lamps know us
For In groups of 76 we roam the streets
But pretend
For they have promised to keep our secret too.
So we roam the little blind alleys
The lanes now a part of a poor man’s home
And we roam the streets as if in a silent vigil
In groups of 76 we roam the streets
And pretend it’s just a nightly stroll
Pretend we don’t know what the others are doing.
But we dream the same dreams
The same one armed dreams
And wake up on the same foot path
And we go back home and pretend again.
Old beggars sigh with relief and reclaim their space.
And smile for they know our dreams
And the shame the one armed men bring to us every night.

Now I understand

What the angel tried to say to me

The purple angel with singed wings,

And now I have to take my life

As your lovers often do,

And you still stand so close,

And my fingers can almost touch

The amber- coral smell of you.

You tantalise without meaning to,

Or do you know I pine.

The purple angel nods.

She has burned too,

And knows a devil or two.

And as moments spin themselves into hours,

And the another nights dies a fruitless day,

I have made myself a bundle of foolishness

Called love

And I wait

For you to throw me away,

For in spite of what the tired purple angel says,

I have to learn to die this time,

I am going to burn my wings in your fiery cool.

Now I understand,

That I have to take my life,

As your lovers often do.

X

Square fingers, square toes,

I tread the soil of my soul.

I prepare to follow my nose,

Down the yellow brick road,

All this while she stayed indoors

With her doors shut windows closed

And I like a fool, peeped and probed

With my square old fingers ands toes,

She refused to let me grow,

I writhed on the floor,

And waited outside her door

An eternity and four

As she left a bloody trail,

On the soil of my soul,

And I forgave her some more.