spiritual awakenings

spiritual awakenings

during
bouts of boozing,
i try to brew
thought-spirits.
exotic concoctions.
cocktails of philosophy.
half a peg of marxian whisky
with a double large lenin gin
ignites your proletarian pyrotechnics.
trotskian vodka on the rocks
is insipidly sober.
but when i fill it to the brim with
social fascist soda,
the drink starts to fizz.
one gulp
wipe your stalin moustache
a lick of krushchevian ketchup
and
your cold brezh-nerves are ready
to start a prole-war.
bubbles of discontent
rise
gain size
reach the brim of your brain.
but then
hey peristro!
you become
glasnostalgic
and
the bubble bursts.
that is the real
revolutionary spirit!
ha ha ha

hangovers are forever!

SEEKING SOME SPACE

BOOK EATER

I was eating my Roberto Bolano for breakfast…that guy tasted good…too good…a hot and spicy latino word-blast…2666 soup mixed with CHILE sauce , whetted my alpha-beta-appetite …after swallowing some 50 odd pages, I heard a scream from my wife and a banshee-wail from my kid…oh yeah…too much Bolano for breakfast was showing its savage effects…I was transforming into a green gringo…so I stopped my breakfast after getting a promise from those two that I would be served Umberto Eco for lunch and Murakami for dinner after dark…

VISION IMPOSSIBLE

my generation

had a vision...

which turned out

to be a grand illusion

LADDER OF PROGRESS

the tragedy of the indian left is that it is only just a leftover of the ideal left...or what is left of the leftist movement...the left used to be always right in its political stands...but today...without any such stands, the left is moving towards the right...and...the danger is that...leftists are finding this shift unbearable...and yet...they obey in the name of discipline...

my motto is...DISSENT OR DESCEND

adam

adam

first bite
on the blood red apple.
indecent exposure
of innocent flesh
in off-white.
then…
the edges turn brown
and sepia tinted sin
seeps in.

me
with a throbbing throat
watches the slimy serpent
slowly sliding out.

she
the apple of my eye
places her blood red lips
on my bulging jugular vein.
i am in heaven # 7
love is… insane
amen.

depre$$ion