Posted by: Ajapa on: April 27, 2009
I sneak in a poem at work.
I sneak one in the bathroom.
Its a strange little quirk
this poetry and rhyme,
but I sneak it in nonetheless.
I’m not a master raconteur
nor the lord of a paintbrush.
I’m not even a proper poet.
I just sneak in poems.
I’m just a sneak-er of a poem or two.
They’re not supposed to know
that the [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: April 26, 2009
Here are a few reasons why you shouldn’t drink:
You’ll regret it… and regret sucks.
The hangover is hell… headache and queasiness
It dulls the mind… makes you stupid
You’ll forget to answer calls and your mom, if she finds out her little boy went off drinking half the night, will be the most disappointed
The world is an ugly [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: April 25, 2009
Bluebeard has been modified by modern male stream narrators to warn women against their curiosities. But what Bluebeard truly celebrates is the innate curiosity of women and their instinctual insights. We’ve all been victims of many Bluebeards in our lives. We’ve ignored those “this is not right, I need to investigate more” hunches and have [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: April 24, 2009
It doesn’t really matter for the world to know who I am. Its just the thrill of remaining obscure that makes me want to use a pseudonym. The essence of who I am doesn’t change whether I call myself Gargi or I call myself by my legal and rightful name . I guess it is [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: April 19, 2009
When will I rise like I used to
this down is too long overdue.
My heart is tattered like rags
I’ll leave it. Not pack it in my bags.
Yes, I will soon pack my bags
and walk out without a nag.
That’s all that there’s left to do
after I’ve seen the happiness in you.
Yes I’ve seen the happiness in you
while [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: April 17, 2009
My ode to the four headed lord
You thought I’d not realize that it was you
who opened the door and showed the light
and the way to where I should go, but I knew.
I knew it was you in your glory who saw my plight.
My mother always told me that no matter what
You’d stand by me [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: April 17, 2009
But then or now, wild women never could hide their innocence – a kind of pity-kitty hopefulness that their prince was on his way. Especially the tough ones with their box cutters and dirty language, or the glossy ones with two seated cars and a pocketbook full of dope. Even the ones who wear scars [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: April 17, 2009
She was six when she read Oliver Twist and nine when she read David Copperfield. How she envied their impoverished, malnourished deprived childhoods!! She envied the poverty driven adventures of Jean Valjean of Les Miserables and the pitiable yet powerful romance of the poor in O Henry’s Gift of the Magi. That’s why her heart [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: April 13, 2009
I’m spacing up my mind so that I can do a double major and a minor in college. So, I don’t read things that I would want to retain in my head for future refrence. What I do instead is read for pleasure which which I’ve figured is like making love.
Murakami is the best so far [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: April 12, 2009
saas gaari deve, dewarji samjha leve, sasuraal genda phool
saiyaan chhed dewe, nanad chutki leve, sasuraal genda phool
Folk songs have an undeniable truth to them and the truth is presented in a way that is comprehensible and likable to the populist mindset. “Sasuraal genda phool” to me signifies the completeness of marriage, like the beauty of [...]
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