The lizard dance

The fears, the dances, the exotica.


malakpetmasala | 08 June, 2006 12:49

gives in to longing
season by season.

And now!

malakpetmasala | 20 October, 2005 08:27

And now, they have started deleting my blog entries, what the fuck is this world coming to?
Maybe its time to shift base camps.
good bye fullhyd!

Ode to the unremembered

malakpetmasala | 11 October, 2005 06:43

It always takes a genius
to feel dumb
like the ocean at neap tide
haywire and numb

I salute thee, my friend
for the few moments of childish
conversations, bubbling words,
of bus rides to dawn,
happy never ending, thoughts
in myraid dimensions.

As said Nietzsche,
'Though the favorites of the gods die young,
they also live eternally in the company of gods'

you will be missed!


Waterlogged hope

malakpetmasala | 26 September, 2005 08:50

Anger, like a red paint
spilled over
fields ever-green,
of happy talk.

Broken, into dark smooth
curves of charcoal trails
of tears of sadness
in the farmers eyes
by thunderstorms
before the harvest hour.

say what?

malakpetmasala | 15 September, 2005 08:55

How many lifes would it take to get used to living?

"You got to let go of what you love
it will come back to you if it really belongs to you".
Oh Buddha, how does this fit in with your teachings that nothing you own actually belongs to you?


malakpetmasala | 12 September, 2005 05:22

dig holes-erect poles
kill a few tigers,
fix satellites, fly kites
make them go poo-poo
round and round, around us.
Switch on your television,
bitch about commercialisation

Race you car at high speeds
crash into the sleepy truck
watch yourself in slow motion
and see the city lights
outnumber the stars by ten to two
and if you can fuck, fuck the world
the world's waiting to be fucked.

An ode to the king

malakpetmasala | 31 August, 2005 09:34

Shining shining, the night is shining
Tweaky tweaky, my life is turning.
Imaginary friends all crawling
into the cask with snakes and lovers

Shining shining, the night is shining
riding riding, my back is hurting.
Distant drum beats and the ancient theatre
screeching lions eating lame warriors.

Shining shining, the night is shining
slowly slowly, the music's dying.
exorcism, the monsters mating in my bed
by my ribs and the little Spanish lady.

My Voice

malakpetmasala | 15 August, 2005 06:31

I refuse to consider myself a part of Asia. The mighty Himalayas stand testimony to my decree; I was born a wanderer, thats my destiny. I call myself paradise, they call me Bharat.


malakpetmasala | 12 August, 2005 09:47

Creeping vines
Grapes and women
in the winter cold.
winters of life.


malakpetmasala | 10 August, 2005 11:31

Mythical evolution
or progressive reincarnation?

Where do I stand
after my foot space
subjugates my mother, my earth. ?

genetic revolution
utopian reserruction?


malakpetmasala | 07 August, 2005 14:07

Alone, she sat there
staring at the unknown,
like the flower in her tresses
drooping towards death
with every shape the moon changes.

Malignant, her thoughts were
like a tropical hurricane,
destroying everything
beautiful, ecstatic;
they built over the years.

Teardrops dried up
before they could
leave her trodden eyes
And what has she to lose
now that she lost her love?

PS. An extract from my livejournal

countdown to a quarter century

malakpetmasala | 03 August, 2005 06:17

Relish mortality like a bar of chocolate as as you bite into it.
If chocolate here is replaced by coffee, it gets too stressful.

mind tunes

malakpetmasala | 25 July, 2005 08:53

Its a sad feeling, I had it for months and I dont have it anymore!

Ramdom thoughts

malakpetmasala | 19 July, 2005 08:17

Another day passed by, I created a few new tunes in my head, and made my soul dance to them. I probably should consult a bollywood choreographer to get the right effects. It was just a passing thought last night that it actually has been more then two months since I had given up on alcohol and a few other excitants/depressants. I am doing alright as of now, I actually tried some beer on Friday, but did not really feel the true spirit of a beer drinker, so had to leave it after a few sips. Sometimes it just so happens that you really carve for things but at the stroke of the moment when you have it in your hand, you just do not feel need for it anymore. I am not really sure if it is beneficiary or not, but I have not realised any change in my life since, just that I miss her more with every passing day i spend thinking about her.

I met my boss this morning over the morning cakes. First things first- the cakes. In general terms, I am not a big cake-y person but there was this sticky date and walnut pudding I tasted this morning, the sweet flavour of his cake is till lingering in my buccal cavity. Coming to my boss, he is a very nice guy and there is no doubt about it, just that he wants me to gear up for mission impossible and do certain experiments which no one in the institute has been successful so far on. I actually started my work here doing one of those "state of art" experiments and one year since, I have not got any satisfying results and now, I am going to embark on Episode 2- Return of the J (my name, actually).

A mate of mine and I actually planned to make the best use of the cheap movie deals on Tuesdays. We normally watch 2 movies one after the other, and we make a deal that we go together to both the movies and I pick one of the movies and he picks the other one. Mine is Sincity, don

Laziness- my opinion

malakpetmasala | 18 July, 2005 19:57

Whoever introduced the concept of abstract poetry, prose poems or to that matter any poetry must have been a really lazy person or someone with very little ink and paper that he had to cut short his expression of a thousand words into one verse, let alone his quest for fame and his worship of aesthetic beauty.

And yeah, I am lazy.
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