Monday 16 February 2015

To the boy called gobhi kumar


Whenever we were not talking, we were staring

at the hands of a clock and waiting for it to be too late.

Now, it’s too late.

I learnt a bunch of theories before you. I don’t know what they were like.

Now, some new theories look at me, with glassy eyes.

Glasses like Harry Potter’s or John Lenon’s

Or maybe like Stephen Hawkin’s –

They reflect a brief history of time.

From the big bang small talks to the black hole trips.

From the omelette du fromage in breakfast

to the noodle fight in supper.

From drinking in plastic, steel, and glass glasses

to peeing just about everywhere.

Sometime in there, hearts spilled.

So did the guts, kidneys and gall bladders.

Scientists are still not sure if dark energy exists,

or what role it plays in the universe.

But you ask me to carry an old monk bottle in my bag

as if it’s your spirit soaked in dark rum.

You must know, it will speak words of wisdom.

And wise are the people who do not forget.

I hope not to.

Now you pass out at 7 pm, wake up at 3am probably on the couch,

Because now you can.

The morning fades to light, to twilight, to night, and you show up only in diapers

Because now you can.

Your cat pees on your jacket and you record its video,

Because now you can.

You practice model walk in the kitchen, hands on your slender hips,

tossing alcohol in the wok to set fiery magic.

Because now you can.

You tend to fuck shit up then fuck shit up again.

Because now you can

You kiss girls who kiss boys who kiss girls who kiss guys who kiss you.

Because now you can.

Because now you are the coolest you will ever be.

I wish it affects the global warming, in a good way. 

Because now you are the youngest you will ever be.

The old monk is considering name change. 

You may get up on the wrong side of the bed then forget it.

You may fall asleep on the other and find out it’s the wrong side too.

Because now you can.

Now you can do all of it

as long as you don’t forget about the woman

comprised of a 40 year old man and a 6 year old girl.


5 comments:

  1. 'comprised of a 40 year old man and a 6 year old girl'

    that, was a pathetic attempt to describe her. she is more. for one, she is cute. for two, no part of her is 40. the laziness, is natural. not 40chural.

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    1. Thanks Raj for your interesting comment. But for sure
      a) mad people are cute, so she is mad
      b) forty or not, she has an old man residing in her bones.


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  2. 1: thanks and raj are two words that shouldn't go together.
    2: explain the old man. i dont seem to be able to see him!

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  3. The mind meanders randomly. The pen but traces a path to make sense of the meanderings. Interesting. Third time I've read it in a month.

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    1. :) Wow! Thank you

      I haven't been able to write in more than a month now though.

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