May 4th, 2006

Cutouts from a scene of M:

Posted in Ali Sultan, Poems by Kunal Goel

All set
Here nothing

Power is obsolete
We are all dogs
Situations are cracking

I am
Climbing
Up the
  Walls

Desperation
Aggravation
Intonations
Situations

There are no coincidences
There is no GOD
Because I haven’t seen One1

I am climbing

Scratching                               Searching

There are no voices

To
Disrupt

This disgusting empire
This small tunnel

Running at quarter breaths

Life slays its own heroes
I am alive
Because cowardice seeks no immediate
Rewards

Into the desert
Where there is no sun
Only its nothingness

I’ll be gone
In a day or two

Self absorbing reasons for staring:
Eyes
Stone me
In a small corner
Aversion
Is possible
Say it
Say it
Out loud

Marks on her body:
Scar
Yes?
How did you get it?
I don’t remember
I hit myself when I was small
I think it’s cute
You’re very observant

I want to touch it
Because when you
Tie your hair
Your beautiful forehead
It illuminates
It’s beautiful
And your matching shoes
Green
You
Painted
Them
Yourself

Light and Vessel:
I am a vessel for boredom
And stupid enough to rub
Things
In
The
Wrong
Way

Analyze
Ok computer
Inhuman
No emotions

715th revealtion from Memory motel:
It’s raining
You’re in a car
Clicking
Away
Pictures
It’s raining
And I brought you a present
I am scared
Will you take it?
I am happy
I got a job

Don’t worry she will take it
Are you sure?
Why not?
I am scared
If you like her don’t be

I
Like
You

that object of hers:
Your bag
The dirty brown one
I like it a lot
It holds your stuff
Your notes
And your garbage
Wrappers
And things
That keeps away vampires
I love to touch it
Because it’s yours
Yours

rejected state in some abstract oblivion:
I sit with you
For endless
Seconds

While you work
On that small emotion

You
Ruin
Your
Blue jeans

I feel happy
And scared
Content
Complete
Nothing
Nothing

Leave
In his car

Unhealthy intrusion into common sense:
Some
One
Told me
Today

Took it pretty well
Logical conclusions

Room
Walls
Tighter
Tighter

I
I
Whimpered
Cried
Screamed
And there was nothing
Screamed
Cried
Whimpered
And there was nothing

Crucifixation at some unseen distance:
I
Can’t give you
His
Coolness
Attitude
Stud ness
Money
Money
Money

I
Could
Only
Give
Myself

On cross
My hands
My feet
My body
It hurts so bad

I
Can’t
SCREAM

I don’t want to suffer
On this cross

Where
You
Are
Not
My
Redemption

1200 and 12th revelation:
I miss you
Smile
Scar
Eyes
Mole
On your chin

Pink shirt
Shoes
Shoes
Matching
Chocolate skin

Moodiness
Earrings

And
That
Frowning face

Hands
Feet
Calcium ridden polish
Smoking
Toes
And that middle finger
And that wicked humor
N
O
S
E

Lips
Bag
41
Breasts
Rat in the frame
Evil doll
Horses
Horses

Your
The queen
Of the castle
I am
The sad pathetic rascal
Never
Crashed
Into
Me

Turn the light
On

-Ali Sultan

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4 comments

  1. madhavi says:

    fuck man!!…i love the “contrast” in his work!….
    this one esp , can almost visualise a video …with juxtaposed images…back and forth clippings of different people, emotions, places, situations….
    whoa! lots of things happ…..nice nice!:smile:

    May 4th, 2006 at 11:02 am

  2. Dolphin says:

    :neutral: i am beginning to dream about this man now…

    Very “urban” poem….totally love it…:grin:

    May 4th, 2006 at 04:19 pm

  3. Neha Mujumdar says:

    *shakes head*

    May 4th, 2006 at 07:42 pm

  4. neha says:

    Hail to his holiness! I love it. Totally agree with MAdhavi… My head is still spinning with the images that you agve to your words. One of its kind!

    May 6th, 2006 at 01:21 pm

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