Shadows

Shadows must want attention too.
Why must they constantly take second stage
to light and mass?
Do they too not form shapes,
skip across space
have lives dictated by the sun?

In fact, aren’t they the more interesting,
the more mysterious sisters
in any pairing?

We imagine shadows disappear
with the sun,
with the light.
This ignorance must be why it makes its presence known
most formidably
as it slithers across the window
deep into the night
It must be why it grows dark with anger
and follows so closely
sometimes doubling,
sometimes tripling.

Omen Sony

omen sony devi omen sony devi

kidhar hai tu kavithayo ki lekhi

yaha pe hum bus dekhi hai ghadi

intezaar mai kab ayegi teri gaadi

omen sony devi omen sony devi

asu poche poche apne anadatha ho ka

bechara rony taras rahi hai woh ghadi

intezaar mai kab ayegi teri gaadi

omen sony devi omen sony devi

aankho par pati band kar math doond teri manzil

manzil yehi hai tere samne sirf aankhe khol

aur khule aam apnane le le tere haath mei likhi huyi ghadi……

danvyavaad…

—sri joemon

A Prayer to Sony Devi

A prayer to the Sony Devi…
By a humble Devotee..

Sony, the glue of the email
the caffeine in the coffee
the omega-3 in the fish oil
the smell in the theetam
the disk in the harddrive
the colors of the rainbow
the ashy skin on the elbow.
you are the essence of all things
oh devi, the all knowing and the omnipotent
without your strength all things lose their being
sony, the alpha, and the omega
the goddess of bangalore
from the southern patty fields to the northern Himalayas
your name is chanted by the holiest of the holy
your songs are sung by George Bush in Washington and
Osama in the caves of Afghanistan
Sony, the mother of all things
The maker and care taker of all things
your presence makes things things and people people
the first, the last and the only.

Olden days

So check this…. it’s the way we were or something… click here for more

The Banana Has Been Peeled

…and eaten and finished…

Let There be Categories!!!

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Another Mid-Day Poem Break from Leena!

I have heard your story

a billion times

Jack is mean

and jill makes you cry

You thought humpty

was your friend

and dumpty was too

your mother makes you mad

your father makes you weep

you wish you had money

you wish you had a dog

I have heard your story

a billion times

I’ll listen to it for another billion

about jack and jill

about humpty and dumpty

about your father and mother

and money and dog

because that’s your story

Riding High on Shame by Leena

Riding high on shame

tonight I come to your door

I forgot your name that night

I forgot my name that night

head hung low,

spinal decapitation on the horizon

How did i get here

I don’t remember

Where do I want to go

I don’t know

I wish I wasn’t here

at your door steps

hoping the flowers

will bloom the love

reminding you of

our slow dance

the flickering of our hearts

the melting of our souls

Tommy Da’ Gangsta’

yeah we rude.
we spit. we grab ass on the trains.
yeah we rude.
life in bombay. like East LA. Prosecuted by the DA.
yeah we rude.
Rush hour like hell
bicycles ringing bells
mumbai police asking for haftas
moovalis lookin for lafdas
yeah we rude
eatin vada pavs with water
no coke or budweiser
yeah we rude
Peace. Kurla East.

Phoenix Trip!!

I (Sony) was in Phoenix this weekend and had many mini-adventures with Joemon and Reena We went off towards Superstition Mountains…see those shadows in the distance?…that’s home to the infamous Tortilla Flat. It’s the last surviving stagecoach stop off of the Apache trail.

But before we reached Tortilla Flat, where I had cactus ice-cream, and Joemon got branded in the butt by Reena all in the same store, we stopped off this ghost town. It used to be an old mining town for gold.

There were all these great mining stuff around, and an old, beautiful church straight out of some Old West, missionary movie. Before we went on our way, we had ice cream, went to jail, and wandered around the town brothel.

umm…

Next Stop: Tortilla Flat…where Joemon tried to save this dead guy… He’s the one who opened the restaurant and he was apparently in love with some widow from Boston. Joemon! It’s too late~!

After we said goodbye to Tortilla Flat….

we headed off to Papago Park. Can you believe this whole structure was formed from wind and weather? How cool!

After all that, we went and saw Chup Chup Se… Full day!

Click here for my pics. Joemon will very very soon upload his too. He’s thinking about how to steal all the money stuck to the walls

When we were young…

could be…dun know. me and this Indian kid from 4th floor put our
fingers inside electric sockets and would stand on wooden stuff so we
can test out the grounding properties of electricity and one time this
indian kid got shocked hella bad.
–Jommy

I remember liking getting mail addressed to me.

I used to send in my address for contests, bible studies, anything and everything that asked for an address. I even sent for a booklet on cholestrol…from conola oil or something….All in the hopes to get a letter back with my name on it. what a loser.
–Tommy

I remember Amai telling leena and me the story of the girl with the shiny–telungnah–hair while we went to sleep. I loveddd that story. I don’t remember any of leena’s stories, although she claims she told me many. I do remember making her read my diary, which was “I sat a little while. Then I had something to eat. Then I went to school, where I sat some more.”..hahah.. But I know that almost everyone–Leena, Mini, Jommy, Tommy and Saju–told me stories. At least one. I remember Jommy’s the most though..cuz he’d tell the Evil Death movie stories, and it was realllyyy scary. I still remember the woman who sketched a skeleton because of a chilly wind, right before she died a horrible bloody death. All of Jommy’s stories were told in the dark. I remember Mini and I played house once, and we played tea time w/ real food. Except mini put salt in my jam! Remember when Sajit and Bobby would come over from the US of A, we would be in Pepan’s room, turn off all the lights and make up scary stories about the Postman or watchman in the opposite building? What was that alll about? Why Postman? Then of course, there were snake bites. Lots of snake bites.
–Sony

Any other stories?