When you're sappy and you know it, save a life.

sometimes when i breathe, halfway through letting out a breath, i breathe in sharply again and then let go of it.
smart way to stone, terrible way to live.

The Adventure of the Runaway Cauliflower.

So once there was a cauliflower

growing in a field

while growing it had realised

it didn't wanna be your meal.

The epiphany caused it to take

the causeway and escape

It walked many a hardened land

till it reached a far off cave.

Now just as it was thinking it had

found a safe refuge

along came a cave man-

he was hungry and was huge!

To save itself, the cauliflower

crawled behind a rock

while the caveman tried to hunt down

any birds that would come flock.

Right after he had left

came a cavalcade of men

who seemed in need of food to eat

before they reached their zen.

The cauliflower, by now,

had grown weary of its nook

so it found itself a cauldron,and

as safe it was mistook.

While it sat inside the vessel,

the men had disappeared;

And entering the scene, was

a witch all veggies feared.

Her cauldron she then spotted,

approaching it she cried-

'Atlas! I do have cheese, but

still no veggies to be fried!'

Then cautiously it peeped out,

little Cauli, from within-

The witch stared right into its eyes

and (now barely) off-white skin.

'Aha!' she said, 'now i can make

myself cauliflower cheese!'

But before she could say 'Fire!'

Something behind yelled 'Freeze!'

From within the cauldron, Cauli

thought aloud 'Oh jeez!'

'Its the leafy CBI officers

and they got guns to squeeze!'

The witch's wand and officers' guns

sprayed pesticides and spells

But then approached the Cauli Witch

to sound the vamp's death knell.

It snuck and made its way ahead

and bit hard at her leg

both witches shrieked one final shriek

and then the vamp- she fell!

The veggie-scarer, now, to a pale

cauliflower was reduced

while officers sprayed stuff to

keep her reflexes confused.

Climbing out the cauldron,

Cauli then proposed a feast

what was left of the vamp was to be

their own special treat!

They cooked her with cheese and cayenne

in the cauldron she once owned

Raised a toast to the end of the

witchy terror that they'd known.

Now, to hear the moral

of the story you must swarm-

'Daane Daane Pe Likha Hai

Khaane waale ka naam'.

-


be not harsh. written very quickly for a college assignment (which, btw, was to use at least 10 words out of a GIVEN pair of pages off the dictionary and making a story out of it and illustrating it in 12 panels {which, i have not done yet no im doomed indeed}. i just wrote it in verse because i think i was high and wanted to rhyme because i cant generally rhyme.my page had cauliflower, cauldron, causeway, CBI, etc etc. )

When i love you i think i'm making it up because i am.

I fall asleep earlywith half my stationery around my head, socks on the window sill, grip at the edge of a waking dream. What has this done to me- i wake up with a start at 4:44 AM to look for your words stuck somewhere in the telegraph line, hanging like pigeons dead from the shock of a spark,letters in a puddle hidden from sunlight.When i am in love with you, i am always pulling down my cheeks, i quibble about the way you love, i smell my shoes in my sleep. I'm taking too many showers, im taking too much time to listen to a song, im taking too little into consideration and too much to heart.

When i am in love with you, i want to know that im getting flowers next time.My head sticks out the window and there's nothing coming to kill me.I cry too much and too little, i smile like it's a daydream.

I am a naked heartbeat, let it not be a daydream.

-

thats something i wrote when i was very high and would not have left the depths of my gay purple journal under normal circumstances. i just found it two days back,and i dont have any memory of having written it.but its here because you should know and because i want to fix things.

so there is a love so strong that you mostly tend to love all wrong because its just too much.

is there a love so strong that you'd love all wrong?

Hello, Lovelies.

 

jojo where we smoked

 

mahima in the bus

 

overexposed weirdexpression lady from a moving bus

 

nimbooman outside bibi ka makbara ok i dont know how to spellit.

gagan in the bus

anshul with chai.

 

axe<3

 

satpathy with jojo in background.

march?

 harixander soopertramp.

shoot! vasundhara, vipin, and vishal under deadtree.

lovekids:)

punit, outside our research cave 

(Cave One, Ajanta)

so those were people pictures from the college trip to ajanta and ellora that i probably wont put up elsewhere :D

and in case you were wondering why i dont write anymore, the answer lies in my wordpress blog. garbage isnt very pleasant to step on so i keep it away from the most stepped on site.on an updatey note, first year in college almost over. past few months in the hostel have been brilliant mostly because my roommate decided to unofficially move into her friend's room which leaves me ALONE in the WHOLE BEEG ROOM WITH TWO BEDS, TWO TABLES, TWO CHAIRS and a clean loo.solitude and clean bathroom and complete privacy. sigh. next year is bound to be different, im bound to get new roommate, and bound to begin is a new era of cribbage but ill enjoy this while it lasts.im a little screwed when it comes to work and i feel like im going nowhere in life and i dont draw as much anymore. oh and the amount i drift/have been drifting is unhealthy. gets me into trouble with people but as long as i get by, who gives a fuck.

and get by, i do.

yes, ok. so what.

i want this on my wall.and on my grandkids' walls if and when i have any.you have a nice life,bro.

and yes thats my new haircut. jeezuzzzz.

and the birds are singing...

I can't control you, i dont know you well. These are the reasons i think that we're ill.

.. to calm us down.

(drawing after months, inspired by the song My Manic and I by Laura Marling. Thank you Chiquita.)

Today

i feel like a muse song trying to blare out of the fucking speakers.Nothing more dramatic, just that, and a lil bit of viscous hate.

i can smell a forest fire, the flames are making way into my cavities.
i let what you say envelope my bones.the way you said it, like a dying dancer,
like a god waiting to let it rain, let go of the reigns.the way you said it and i was
in a black room with dying flowers, waiting for something to snap.it was beautiful
and real, like solid grief. maybe it wasnt, maybe it was like a baby without
a heartbeat. maybe you like it that way but how could that be?when i have a house,
i will remember your eyes painting a picture of it back when the touch was tender.

let us buy furniture and burn it, pluck fruits and burn them, let us find birds of prey
and let them feed on our words.let us not fuck. let us not say please like we're
dying of a failing heart.today, while we're still elastic, let us have faith. let us not forget, the
only times we ever truly see each other is when we rip our hearts apart and lay them before
our mind.

( this is about {and from the point of view of} a friend. i hope she's ok)

WHY

do i do this every time? i fall, i embarrass myself, i turn my life a into a huger lump of shit each time but i don't learn. trouble is, i have my fun while i do it. the fun element shouldn't exist, or i'll never stop.somebody do something to the universe to make it recognise my extreme desperation and conspire ALONG with me, and not AGAINST me.