19 June 2016

From the window view

The woman is weaving

The sound of weaving

The sound of building

East Europian music plays from the speakers

The purple lotus in the pond

Reflection of the grey sky

Reflection of the grey sky my mind

The window view displaying daily live

A woman walked on the road

The man sat in the chair

The boy touches his hair

Weaving is like love

The thread her fingers

Movement machine

Act of making love

Reflecting the grey rainy sky

I feel unable to move because of you

My tea cup fell down tea spread in a pool on the floor

I try to dry it

Reflection of the grey mood

Today I will leave, its dusty

Clouds drift in my head

18 June 2016

Not understanding my mood

I am not in the mood to dance

He dances his movements elegant and sophisticated

His voice balances like movement of a small water stream

Again a feeling of confusion

When he kisses me I taste bitterness

It overtakes my mind

I surrender and want to taste him bitter again

But instead he dances

With her

With them

I am not able to move anymore my head feels like a stone

We would go to the marker

To find a blouse for my grandmother

I don’t want to complain

Dancing and movement is an expression of an early drop in the morning raining

Swirling movement his hair the morning dauw

The sound of a hammer

You have taken the forbidden path

The path that knowone takes

The morning dauw

Unfold me purple lotus

17 June 2016

A is reading a poem

S aspects A

Melted down bodies in the black pool

A smokes a cigarette while S is dancing

Dancing in a circle

Why am I not pure?

Like dahi or lassi on a hot Delhi morning of 40 degrees?

Why am I not pure?

You don’t answer the phone

She has a child with blond hair

He has a muscled body

Keep on banging keep on dancing move

A is coming tonight

It does not matter to me anymore

Our love is vurnable

Untamed without scratches

S let me go while I don’t know his feeling

I am drifiting through his pool of milk

My body in the cool liquid

Again I make a phonecall for nothing

And I don’t know which language to use

The voices sing

Goodbye S welcome back at A

16 June 2016

Don’t sleep or else your family will weep

Sign a long the road

Muddy shaky road with military man

Several check posts

I hide my sunglasses with a text

Pasted on top

They shoot at everyone in the protest

Real people, real bullets

I wrote you I miss you

I got no response

So I don’t think I want to

Don’t wanna want to not

My behaviour is childish according to someone

I miss

I I I miss silly voilen plays violence

It’s pasted on top

Move under your supervision

Check post

Check it out

Check it out and eat my pussy

I miss you

Muddy army boots on the road through the mountains

Your movement my wet hair

I miss your soothing voice

Check post along the road

12 January 2016

Onions are to be in the shop
Onions disapeared
The secret onion.

What is it with the oinion here and Marxism?
Ye
Yes
Hold on please
I get back to you

There a few others down the pipeline

An onion in the curry
Drained down the pipeline
Absurd
Im down a pipeline so to speak
So it is

But the leaves of the tree's great me the flowers are to be found
your academic knowledge strikes me like the petals of the rose
Soft and comfortable you open your core
Knowledge seduced me to become

Fear not my dear
Drink or dye
Old Monk with one piece of ice
A glass of Kingfisher extra strong
Drink or cry

There a few others down the pipeline

You know time is not lineair I hope
I hope you do understand
that your on the circular road and
that you are going in circles
Circles with the car with the bike
wathever

I hope you do understand that is circular
You are exentric you break rules
When do I stop to reply?

13 January 2016

Vibrant dusty shimering time I spend
In the yellow and green auto
Meter Sir
Ha
30 roepies or 50 roepies
Where am I bout to go

Fumes of pollution
I'll believe I will dye younger
Fumes of black
Dancing tearing me sky
Black smoke take me sooner away

Like a slow flame burning tears
tear the meter to the sky
Even I try to not notice that I am not a regular
Because the society is hard

Fumes of black stretch your arms and hold me tight
I have been planning to wear a mask for you
To keep my distance
You make me sick and dizzy
Keep me with you let me go
Nehru Place Negatives
the black ink is intensive and will not drye
Black Fumes and Ink
Stay a little longer
Cause I am writing as well

Metro line get out
get in
Okay shall we?

14 January 2016

Start the day start the day start the day
start the day start the day start the day

You dumped me you dumped her
Have you been ditched my dear
dump me on top of this earth
dump me in the ditchhole of your disgust
You hated me
You eat my tears

Throw that away throw you there
Fly here and there spend 12 500 roepies
here and there fly back come here
go there
Ditchhold where are your edges
Who is going to hold my hand when I cry
Is it you
Are you?

Or are you the passive viewer of my pain
Ditch hole ditch it ditchy itchy hole
I guess I feel very cheerfull instead
A live seducted sedated what is Indian Romantisism
I am of Indian originality you know

Eat it
Eat it

Swallow my thoughts just like I have to put up
with silly advertisements

15 January 2016

From the dark sight of the night
One night with you my China blue

I thought I had stopped this
Its been going on for a long time now
Like a bloody addiction
Bloody smog of the city
Capture me and let me go
Let me breathe

The night had past written letters passing by
I still hear the vibration of your voice
in the background of the tunes you played
when we hang out in the bathroom for 4 hours
the vibration of your voice and the thrilling letters

Can you  China blue me in Delhi
Can you ask me

It has been long ago that I had settled
now painting with blue chemicals
I saw my feet turned blue
Saturating me

Had I have been that blue
that right tone of blue you could have
been a bit more patient
Patience blue thrilling background of deep house
Deep blue in the grey of the smog
Absorbe me
Never let me go