Sunday, June 28, 2009

I don't know how I'm feeling. It sounds terribly vague, and vague it is.

Flesh and blood have turned into a pale shadow of the contour. I don't know for sure, if I've ever felt like this. We do go round and round the prickly pears, at five-O-clock in the morning.

Amazing, we still exist.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Pinkish haze. All over the dark sky, as if the stars are celebrating an early christmas.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Across the Universe

One or two pieces of a lost universe. Smatterings of what could have been. Paper cups, dazed. Hazy outlines of a John Lenon poster. Smiles, yellow and rusty, and decaying.

From nowhere, the baritone of Suman Chatterjee, my Suman Chatterjee, streams in through the shutters....

Nothing's gonna change my world...nothing's gonna change my world......