Tuesday, December 29, 2009
i love you pops
this is to johny. thank you for all that you have done for us. always the provider. there's a lot of you in me. thank you for virginia farm and el mason. for badshah rose syrup and sizzling china. for understanding me and giving me the freedom to do things how i like them. for countless wonderful memories carefully crafted over the years. for supporting all of my dreams, no matter how outlandish. i'm sorry i could not save you johny. but you passed on they say on an auspicious day, one reserved only for the holiest. you will always and forever be in my thoughts and in my heart.
your (stupid) daughter
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Disturbia
for the past month, this is what i hear in the morning, at noon, in the afternoon, in the evening, right from 9 am to 6 pm. this continuous noise.
the reason is this 40 storey building coming up next door which is going to totally destroy my mood.
i'm really going insane. there have to be rules about this kind of thing.
it's insane. and there's no courtesy notice either about how much longer it's going to continue.
i really feel like taking a hammer and a bunch of nails and returning the favour.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
"Nahin Samne"
dekho chhod ke kis raste wo jaate hain~Taal
saare raste vapas mere dil ko aate hain
nahin saamne, nahin saamne ye alag baat hai
nahin saamne ye alag baat hai
mere paas hai, mere paas hai tu mere paas hai
mere paas hai tu mere paas hai
mere saath hai,mere saath hai
tera naam maine liya haai yahan
mujhe yaad tune kiya hai wahan
tera naam maine liya hai yahan
mujhe yaad tune kiya hai wahan
bade zor ki aaj barsaat hai
bade zor ki aaj barsaat hai
mere paas hai tu mere paas hai,
mere paas hai tu mere paas hai
mere saath hai, mere saath hai
bichhad ke bhi mujhse juda tu nahin
khafa hai magar bewafa tu nahin
bichhad ke bhi mujhse juda tu nahin
khafa hai magar bewafa tu nahin
mere haath mein hi tera haath hai,
mere haath mein hi tera haath hai
mere paas hai tu mere paas hai,
mere paas hai tu mere paas hai
mere saath hai, mere saath hai
mere pass hai, mere pass hai
mere saath hai, mere saath hai
mere pass hai, mere pass hai
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
"Housing Shortage"
I tried to live small.~Naomi Replansky
I took a narrow bed.
I held my elbows to my sides.
I tried to step carefully And to think softly
And to breathe shallowly
In my portion of air
And to disturb no one.
Yet see how I spread out and
I cannot help it.
I take to myself more and more,
and I take nothing
That I do not need, but
my needs grow like weeds.
All over and invading,
I clutter this place
With all the apparatus
of living.
You stumble over it daily.
And then my lungs
take their fill.
And then you gasp for air.
Excuse me for living.
But, since I am living,
Given inches, I take yards,
Taking yards, dream of miles
And a landscape, unbound
And vast in abandon.
And, you dreaming the same.
"By Candlelight"
This is winter, this is night, small love --~Sylvia Plath
A sort of black horsehair,
A rough, dumb country stuff
Steeled with the sheen
Of what green stars can make it to our gate.
I hold you on my arm.
It is very late.
The dull bells tongue the hour.
The mirror floats us at one candle power.
This is the fluid in which we meet each other,
This haloey radiance that seems to breathe
And lets our shadows wither
Only to blow
Them huge again, violent giants on the wall.
One match scratch makes you real.
At first the candle will not bloom at all --
It snuffs its bud
To almost nothing, to a dull blue dud.
I hold my breath until you creak to life,
Balled hedgehog,
Small and cross. The yellow knife
Grows tall. You clutch your bars.
My singing makes you roar.
I rock you like a boat
Across the Indian carpet, the cold floor,
While the brass man
Kneels, back bent, as best he can
Hefting his white pillar with the light
That keeps the sky at bay,
The sack of black! It is everywhere, tight, tight!
He is yours, the little brassy Atlas --
Poor heirloom, all you have,
At his heels a pile of five brass cannonballs,
No child, no wife.
Five balls! Five bright brass balls!
To juggle with, my love, when the sky falls.
Saturday, December 05, 2009
"It's Raining In Love"
I don't know what it is,~Richard Brautigan
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.
It makes me nervous.
I don't say the right things
or perhaps I start
to examine,
evaluate,
compute
what I am saying.
If I say, "Do you think it's going to rain?"
and she says, "I don't know,"
I start thinking : Does she really like me?
In other words
I get a little creepy.
A friend of mine once said,
"It's twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them."
I think he's right and besides,
it's raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That's all taken care of.
BUT
if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
"Do you think it's going to rain?"
and I say, "It beats me,"
and she says, "Oh,"
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think : Thank God, it's you, baby, this time
instead of me.
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