Cutouts from a scene of M:
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Power is obsolete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
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
Dolphin says:
Very “urban” poem….totally love it…:grin:
May 4th, 2006 at 04:19 pm
Neha Mujumdar says:
*shakes head*
May 4th, 2006 at 07:42 pm
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