Burping in the Rain
"If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me." --Macbeth, Act I, Scene III
Thursday, March 10, 2022
Just me, just you
Monday, January 03, 2022
Intersection
Two worlds
separated
by time,
space,
intentions.
Held together by words.
Words that have given up
on everybody.
Words that have failed miserably
to give up.
They find each other.
They embrace.
They dance.
A dance so hopeless
and yet under several layers
is brimming with hope.
A little mischief, a big secret,
these words, that dance.
I extend my hand, you take it.
We only have words to make love to.
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All things dance like Biprorshee
She
take it.
Take it as you walk away.
Proud, unrepenting and broken
like you always have been.
Good for you.
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
I
Proud
and almost tall.
'Chest out, look straight'.
Done already.
Not a word to bear
in criticism.
I knew they didn't know any better.
They didn't know me. I did.
The eyes, the hair, the voice.
All gifts. All gifted.
Now, as I stand. Naked
in this room.
And it's so dark.
I turn around to look.
The mirror doesn't know of any truth to tell.
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All things unknown to Biprorshee
Monday, January 11, 2016
Rahul Dravid: Putting the ‘Gentleman’ in the Gentleman’s Game
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Vestigial
the skin does;
the head spins
till it gets heavier
than the tear;
the stomach churns
and throws up all it doesn't want,
all it doesn't have;
the legs get weak,
weaker than the shoulders;
the eyes get drowsy
to sleep forever;
the arms could fall off
but the fingers hold them together
irresponsibly.
The heart doesn't feel
but wants all credit,
all freedom
to break, to lament.
The heart doesn't break
but lies
to hide its impotence.
Overrated piece of shit!
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Nothing hearty, bright or beautiful
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Sea Snake
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Rainbow Scarf
I know they all fell in love
with them.
And no one saw what you hid?
An unbuttoned shirt is a fine cover.
The hair untied
bounced,
delightfully.
No joy hidden.
When you made love
Lennon smiled.
Maybe even proudly.
And when He slashed an ear
you giggled.
I would've loved it, you know?
To hear you giggle.
Sexually.
I know you laughed
as you drove a knife through a pig.
The rainbow head in a trance
And those eyes.
Those eyes everybody loved. I loved.
White.
And then red. Drinking blood.
You sang.
You danced.
Jumped.
Before them all, you sang
and laughed.
Did they think you are mad?
But such hate
you hid so mischievously.
From yourself. So fiercely.
They never had a chance.
They were blinded. People.
They wanted to hate you. Failed,
so miserably.
And when you loved them
without the rainbow,
it was just too late.
Now they had learnt to hide
everything.
I loved you.
Even when you shouted
you had no mercy.
I didn't believe you one bit.
Could you kill christ? No!
He didn't care
to see you die.
He let you rot
and laughed.
Everybody fooled you.
Stupid.
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All things merciful and Biprorshee