Nameless

We do not name the dead
They die without a name
That is the fate of the dead
A nameless sort of suffering
Like the empty cry of a belly
Or the want of fresh blood
That never quenched thirst
Which is a nameless death
Killing, names trying to live
Turn them into many a dead
All…all nameless corpses
Bodies dead without a name
Such is the fate of us dead
Us who have not a name

Intimacy

The intimacy of bricks and earth

is strange

Farther the bricks attempt to distance
sooner they fall





And those reared in mother’s affinity
remain strong






The intimacy of bricks and earth
is strange




Father the bricks make their distance
still hear her call

Saucers in the Sky

We Asians love our tea. It's a matter of pride and distinction. The better people opt for Darjeeling's best hand picked, hand wrapped, hand shaked and hand bought in store close to Darjeeling or expensive shops with mirrored walls in the far far West. For the other lot, tea bags would do. We Asians really do love our tea... from black, red, green... to herbal, diabetic, heart control...ayurvedic...all sorts of teas. We Indians amongst us Asians have ours with a good quantity of milk brewed with tea and sugar- In Bombay they add mirch masala to it, in the hills its that fresh aroma of ginger, and in my hometown (Calcutta) the disposable earthen cup adds earthen flavor to the roadside chai. Despite our exuberant enthusiasm towards chai we Indians amongst us Asians are not too fond of saucers in the sky.

Why is Area 51 in New Mexico and not in Rajasthan? I am sure the aliens are clever... given that they've crossed oceans of time and space to bring us their first hello. They're mission is always behind closed closets. They are either too shy or too clever to come out in the open- yet they go and park their vehicles in United States... those guys there are obsessed with little men who are green... and they've got radio and radar sweeping the skies for them...If the aliens truly wanted some lone time before they began eating us up- India would be the best place to begin. Where else could they find a billion strong food storage with a protection agency that provides "sticks" to their police. Further more, given that we like our tea so much... we are bound to adore them saucers in our sky. Imagine, if one of these saucers tipped... all of us would look up and open our mouths with hopes of tea drops falling and wetting our throats... the aliens could take advantage of our love for anything that is free and deliver their man eating spawns through their tea shower.


Sadly Area 51 is not in India. And sadly Area 51 is off limits to Indians... if not at least us expatriates could catch a plane to the saucers and have our fill of space age tea. But no...we have to be content with "Wah Taj boliye".

To end this- ever realized how ugly those aliens look. They are mean and green. Now, ever think how truly disgusting we look? I mean common... blonde and brunette...awwckh!