Abeyance

The Romantics, they speak of the seduction in wait; the tint of titillation in the parsing of passing. But I do not parse the pastures, I bend to the grass and I am grazed. Can I really stomach it? Unlike the four-stomached bull, I have only one: one plane self, buried beneath. My hope will uproot me. But for now, my dear, I am dormant- till the seedlings arrive.

BLISS IN BANGALORE

That day in Bangalore, bhaang was galore...and chillers chilled.

Tying My Shoe...

soon mr. moon will be shining bright so the best day ever will last all night. yes, the best day ever's gonna last all night now.

THAT RUMANIAN FRIEND / THAT RUMANIAN

this assumption about me has hurt me.
to assume things about me, believe them and spread them like i am a stranger? hurts.
there i crawl back into my dark place -
if i begged and if i yelled, would it change the sky tonight?

a cloud hangs over my head.

i always give - and give.
give - and give to a world
not willing to give of itself but take!
snatch!

a cloud hangs over my head, and rains
on my face.

who is there to listen to me without judgment
when i am done listening to everyone else with all my heart?
where is my sneha to talk to?

it does not rain but pour,
and my tears remain permanently inked on my face -
like the face of a cheetah.

Chiller To The Core

- Please look at this clip:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drI4BRMpaJM


She is such a chiller of note,
constructs realities at will
and lives them fearlessly!

Viva! Viva!

WWCD?

- What Would a Chiller DO? / "Jai Hind"

Okay, so I have been wondering what chillers would do in certain circumstances. It became clear to me that although the chillers on this blog have suffered airport drama, and dare I say trauma, we squash it like a bug everytime. By relaxing. By chilling. Now I want to show you an example of behaviour that is NOT chiller at this link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbVw7entkxg&feature=bz302

The Curious Case of Holy Smokes

she crosses herself 

at the slight sight of earthliness, 

she drowns her face in the sand 

the same way she sub-

-merges her soul in holy water, 

and prays blindly like a child.

...meanwhile across town on 42nd and 10th...

her daughter is a healthy, 

thriving 

lesbian
with a 

flourishing crop 

of hair 

on her 

head.

GRAND KENYAN


creation’s own chosen crown royalty - eyes dark
powerful as a fire.
lips black and black from cigarettes, the smile
obscures the sun’s grandeur.
like a whirlwind you showed up unheralded
planted yourself in my path.
and i gaped entranced, breathed a little.
and learned a bit of swahili because i want some of that swahili itself…is this is a stick-up,
stick up?