Red wine and a few joints
baby, we were set that night,
when broken slopes
of untouched stones
string of water and platform of vapors
and then a silence
bets and harem pants and bohemian art scenes by the
river bouncy bubbly rushing river
river that took 10 bodies last night
and now the fishes feed and turtles fest
baby will you take this test
froth and fog and gurgle
an ancient element in the curtain
an old
municipal board
bridge to the heart
of mountain and the feast
of the beast
who fled in winter
and returned back , meek with a certificate from the mental hospital
it is fashionable to be insane
the beast is white , with a golden mane
manners of Abel and swings of Cain
but first, pay attention
half the railing
rusted. 
fly across it baby, float on the foam
for the king of the Rome.
the one who liked the lyre and the flute.
and a dirty path.
lays packets
mule dung
cigarette bud
burned lungs
sweat
and then you stop for a night baby
and search for the sound
of a long dead rockstar

shab ke nashe me tumhara manzar!
ya to main paagal hu, ya dunia baura gai hai!!!


shabnam thi, charas thi, aur sach ka vaham
phir kasol ki subah khali si kyun thi?
kyunki tum na the!
aur main
muntzir hu ek khhali parbat par
tumhari aas me, chilam khichi saans me
sukoon tha tumhaare adndese ka
par wo lamha tham gaya
ab ankhon me dhuan hai aur saanson me jalan,
par tum na aaye
is zahar ko gale me dabaaye
ek khaali parbat par
main ISHAN hu,
aur tum bat rahi ho, baavan tukdo me, poore des me
un tukdon par afsurda moortaen hain, mandir hain
panditon ki qaid me ho
tum, tumhaare jazbaat, tumhaare khayalat, tumhara jala hua jism aur tumhaari haqeeqat
tum jo ranonmaad me nangi naachti thi aur khoon peeti thi
tum jisne hawas me apne shauhar ko nigal liya
tum jisne laundi baandiyon ki bhookh apne khoon-e-halaq se mitaayi
aur phir wahi khoon peekar hansi
us kate hue gale ka attahaas qaid hai
tum, solah saal ki kamsin kanya
tattvamasi
tum hi ho.
 tumse ishq tha mujhe
wo ishq jo ibadat ho gaya
maine rang racha, raqs racha, raas racha,
aham ka abhaas racha
is qadar ki main laash ho gya
taaki tum tham jao apne jash-e-fahm me
ab, jab tum nahi ho
main hoon sthanu, charasi, nashedi
dhutt avdhoot
avdhoot, khuda-e-bhoot
raaton me zinda hoon main
kabrgaah me
imaan me
maut ke sulagte aivaan me

Invitation

its an old tale
since a cell creeped out of primordial ocean
from the first fucking monkey
we taught young ones fear
so much so
it's embedded in our DNA
we have a fancy name for it
evolution
fear of the light
eyelids go blip blip blip
adrenalin is molten fear of peace and logic
fly, baby, fly or punch my balls out
I have an indecent proposal
you see
my ancestors were learned men
Shandilya and Bharadwaj and Atri
penanced and starved and ran rivulets
of sacrificial blood
and fucked ancient tribal princess
for a great coming of
Me
so much so
mine is a compulsion of greatness
next Monday
I piss on sun and sermon white noise
I imbibe the universe
vast expanse of absolute nothingness
Neti Neti Neti
black holes of memories suck
time and space
so much so
every second with you is a sore on my body
I destine to be omniscient vacuum
and I invite you
to be only speck of life
a cool blue sphere.

Word lost in language

as i said earlier, 

always from precisely zero second

of big bang, at least that what would eventually 

cumulate to 

detestable

desirable me, all i've been saying matey ( i love johnny depp. absolute hero of whitman (if he wrote plays( funny, think about wordsworth villainising hamlet and shakeaspeare lusting of lolita)))

these are delirious rants of a deranged, drug-addicted mind, detesting sober reality

desolate life in 

delusional grandeur of

deliverence from diabolical dreams, drunken 

on man's most furious enemy, neitzsche said it

blame him sir, i just do it for job,

hope,

delirious rants, really, are you fucking kidding me,

touch the bottom, surface, boom and

fishes in oceanbed murmur chants of shiva.

remember the tiger prawns?

shive devotee, food of shiva devotee,

shiva loves circus ( who else will give elephant's head to a mud son)

grotesque delirious rants

let,s get back to point, whatever it is anyways, in larger scheme (astronomical bullshit scales of parsecs and light years) or quantum

it

just

doesn't 

fucking

matter.

now, then, never, until atleast 

dreams soothe.

or mind goes on

delirious rants, 

all over again, infinte premature deaths,

every second of security

every second fearing to loose it, shackles of security

ah! Too small now! Cuts in ankles when i fly

"don't worry son, just till you're 18 ( or 21 in some countries)

only till then alas!

only till then can i muffle you my son,

then you'll be,...... how do i say it?

oh burden! oh the eternal curse on our progeny!

you'll be

free".

from

delirious rants

we were loving in Indian Summer sweating
exasperated puffs
we were drinking words in megabytes
We, drunken prophets,
we're future synonyms of conviction of triumph
traded for intelligent hours poring over shit we dint ask for
but it came to us anyway and we wolfed down irrelevant articles of cats and Bollywood
and distance kept slicing off
we reached nearer to where we set away from
flesh decayed in microns and death catches us little or may be it will meet us with a truck tyre over our head
my victories are bored enough with chaos of social network to shout in darknet
"I am chthulu, I am Tyler, I am kalki riding my white electric horse, I keep flaming sword in my zip and piss fire, I kill orphans of war zone and I support capitalist natural selection of underground lab discoveries and open access for knowledge. I am the geek pirate robbing servers.
For money, for truth, out of sheer boredom, for retro inquiries into faux-metaphysics, I will delete entire human futures and when time will flow back from negative singularity, our ancestors will be indebted to me."
my mind tied in a sadomasochistic duel with the internet and my brain fried
guilt of a future ghost rises from my sweat and semen
and denies me any gratification of age
I have to be here
caged in sick humid golden morning against the bus window and opposite world dies and sleeps into drunken night
give them blessing of the kid and phantasm
bright blue phantasm which sneaks up in cold night
forced under mile long pillows of flashing headlight
that phantasm which is my aborted child
I will be here to see a permanent dawn of daily new Suns
yesterday
or was it tomorrow again?

there's nothing to me
I'm just going down with a style
saying things like
death is only perfection that happens to us
I appear suddenly in SG palya and knock and imitate
Pink Floyd
is there anybody in there
( it's a bit off )
take them out
blindfolded to only village that speaks Sanskrit
we'll
all of us useless bastards
we'll procreate and grow and be prophets
we, who are fleeing from homes
we'll be given to carry nothing
others dressed up in sweet words
like balloons full of air
we have to balance vacuum on palms
and a stark bolt of uselessness of this all
and square soldiers
and fling nothing
blot out moon tied with a thread to my bus
we have roads to deliver free of cops
and homelessness
and destination
and towns free of rupee
and colonies free of people.

Window seat

I saw a still childbirth in sugarcane field
lady cackling in labor
and a writhing incestous couple
trampling whatever
bloody slimy thing was dangling out of her stretched cunt.
Well,
they were not
really incestuous
but we all know how it works in haryana
Oh! and I was in a bus
bouncing on concrete potholes and I saw this all
through grimy
cracked glass pane stained
with paan
and it could as easily have been
a pack of hungry dogs licking their balls
or people making a home
but I decided on this scene
and I started eating my teeth in a
hipster angst
at this pretty red and green facade
like a late Manet
for rain was just around the turn
fetus will melt to feed the ground
and elders will bless the couple
and give them perforated raven wings
and the guy next to me,
he offered me a knife
to file my tongue
so smooth
questions will bounce
right off the polished words and hit your fucking face.