One Priyanka’s pretty, the other one’s a dime
a picture and 1000 words
let the ancestors and the aliens know about it
6.05.2023
Preconceived for Piki: April 11th, 2023
Piki, April 10th, 2023
Coming from Your Side :>) <- = -> :o>)
Piki, April 5th 2023
5.12.2023
For All of Us, because of i and u, actually
Wed Apr 12th 2023
Amar daDa hain Bhojupuri
Amar DiDi hein sirf ek
Amar Kalindidi hain yeh Yamuna
Aur Ganga bhi milte hai
Lekin Hooghly kabuli bulti nahi
Ki Uma Shankar gadi chala the thein
Un Brahmin peenevale ke pehle, Madhushala main mere Nana milte thein
Mere Mama ki Bhaabi Parsi thi aur Zoroastrian hain,
Mere Cyrus Tata guytar sekhaye,
Mere Maasterji ke Guruji ke spondilitis thein,
Aur mere Master ke paas una laathi,
Mere Mukherji Chatterjee building ke pass chalte nehein
Amitava Amitabha ban gayi,
Unke beti bhi tabla vali hain, aur unke Maji gaana gaati
Mere Mansrovar Colorado na jaati hain,
Mere Lake Kailash Saat thaal ke chhaute Nenital gumalenge,
Pahad ke upar, bohun ke neeche,
Akaash Pataal, Parivaar ke peeche,
Pariyavachi ne sikhaye 10 kiladi Outram Street ki,
Ki juta upar mat karna, yeh to Skool Time hain.
Na na na NAO AB~ Apna time Aya Hain!
Main toh ASMAAN ke niche naate the,
Mere bhai behen bhai duj na maante the,
Lekin Amar sahelis pura Sahara dekte thein,
Zee TV, Star Sports, Doordarshan hamne toh baniyein
Ram ne ek aank milaye Arjun se aur bole teer mere hirangi chuyiye
Mat.
I’ll smite you motes to smithereens. If you don’t respect Mr. Smithers’ grins.
Eggcellent shy and one short of an omelot. 4 eggs scrambled and aloo began burned. I’ll watch you if you want to take a turn. I’ll spin you this side of Madura, I’ll pin you Pittsburgh GameLa.
I haven’t seen La La Land but I know it’s a better movie. For imagination knows no bounds and you’re a spurious infinit. Infinit-I self determines me and myself, mirene, and Irami.
For I didn’t stay at home for school, main toh safarnama kar liya
Ab mere ghar aane ka time aaya hain. Aur Lara mere Tendulkar aayega. Shane Warne ko puchiye Sachin Baby kaun? Aur Sanath se puchna Brian Lara hain kaun?
Garry Sobers 365*, Brian Lara 375* Fixed that for you 501*(3)c, now 400* Bradman couldn’t beat.
Call me Maan. Call me Yemaan. But don’t forget my Sabanite. The Thompson paranoiacs don’t know Clarke Middle and flea from CCHS. Classic City brings you back and Xzibit will send you West. Fabolous and Hot Boyz will bring you tea, Modi ji will show you off once burnt to a crips. Pakodi vali banaati Tempura, ek taraf doosri taraf Japani Quest Mall plaza. Metro Plaza, AC Market, Vardaan Market. Mere ghar ke kinaara.
Ayega hamara security very good. Inka naam hain Barosa Biswas. Aur agarbati light na hua. Aarya Samaaji, tum ko svast zarur banayenge.
Dariye mat Naniji se, yah toh mere dada joh hain very Jewish. Dariye mat mere Nana se, woh toh Siddhartha Gautama ki maut fehle dekliya tha. Chor ko bolo, main tum ko maroonga, lekin pehle chori ko marloongi. Kyonki koy time nahi hain apne Brooklyn khel ke liye, yeh doctor saheb ne pee li.
Meri Nani jabal Baitali ke saat banayi thi. Aur Amar Desmond Tutu bhi mile the. Amar Gandhiji ek aurat hain. Amar Nehru mehri behen. Amar Tagore meri beti hogi. Amar banyas amar jamadar. Amar banvasis hoyenge har President aur jaanvari ulta danga phaltu Rajas. Amar tamas höga Amar Didi ki bandhans. Amar Satvik bibi aao na. Koy treat nahi dehenge, sirf manas.
- Manas Siddhartha Sidney Gupta Yudien Musaddi Stern Lillian Lady Kusum Suresh Gautam Buddha Charles X
Dedicated to Ambedkar and Billie Holiday. A wonderful smoothie.
April 7th, 2023
For you, only
When we took our shoes the first time
At the temple gates
It was the beginning of water bending
And droplets in my hands
You felt my pain on phone call nights
But then all we did was moonshine under the light
We were not allowed entry within the walls
But we're allowed to stay until final call
You've made me better for what it's worth
And kept my wheels spinning beyond this earth
And shot me up and down the park street lights
If you've watched the bottom of my shoes
You know I got 40 licks and I've had the blues
The bottom right corner of my soles
On my right anklet extreme
Tell the story of uphill climbs
And a brittle statement that led to footstep screams
A passerby drove right on thru
And I would have been a dead bunny if not for you
I'll feed the children of Krishna, too
I'll home your animals like how I honor in my shoes
An uphill climb with a fleeting look
Of hopelessness and knowing an eternal muse
You art there for me in celestial orbit when I think of you
You are in my ears when I have nothing to do
You are in my heart from morning to start
You were at my family's mourning ritual
Of Karballah and Kusumpur and Kanpur, too
Of Noida, Murshidabad, and Dilli too
But kali peeli you bring me home
You sent me back in a plastic dome
For 500 rupees I paid the price
Of losing your respect into a motorcycle night
I would have walked the whole way back the first we met
If I'd known my lesson would be so long learned our second test
I walked back knowing not what I had lost
For in the sands of time you were not yet mine
But never-ending, mind, remind me, remember me
I'll be seeing you in familiar times
I'll be seeing you at the moonraker ride
The bumper cars, the bowling lines
The carousels of Saturday club
The stuffy halls of Cal Club bells
The bell hopping servants who inhabit my eyes
The sockets of my hips that tell no lies
The sockets of my eyes that accept your peers
To know you are peerless and I am deeply your dear.
With love, Manas Winfield
For The one and only
5.08.2023
Meri premi (original from Bengal)
It's been so long
Since I've seen your face
It's been so long since he called me great
It's been so long since we pushed those cars
Up hills, down yonder, to our great beyond
It's been so long since I felt I could yawn
It's been so long since I've felt the dawn
It's been only once that I heard your song
You've never been alien to me
But all I know is I just don't feel free
Jab se aap ki aankhein mein palat gaye ham
Aur dyaan me let gaye aur ek chalan me kadam
Woh ek parampara main kabhi bulunga nahi
Ki sati bilkul kharaab hai, kwhabon me
Aur zindagi na milti dubhara
Aur dubhne vale ped, na ugte dubhara
Aur koshish karoonga, mehnat ke saat
Ki ham phir milenge, aur tum bologi baat
3.07.2023
The Heroine(s) I've Known
We met halfway past sundown
At the suicide saloon
I did not let you see the craters of my moon
Coffee warmed us up and all we did was swoon
The second time we met and the sky was our whole room
Your mother made us tea and we sipped away our hopes
She said you’ll marry this one
And she’d had you on the ropes
Then your Papa sent the crows
From the Eastside to the West
…And My momma always taught me you gotta choose the best
My father art thou in heaven?
Only German Hegel knew
You can read a million pages
But you’ll never misconstrue
If you’ve only heard the greatest hits
Of History and its tunes
Then all the Led Zeppelin you’d ever heard
Never learned you ‘bout the Blues
Because current events cut deeper
Than crimson ever could
and the red-tongued goddess maidens
Won’t ensnare fires in the woods
For a water-bender most quenching
Is what’s needed to keep the peace
But don’t be misled my dears
The typhoons are of the East
I’ve seen the paths straight out of hear
In the crescents of your ears
I knew my god was in the flesh when it did not sweat in fear
I knew that peace was love supreme
When I let it whip me bare
I knew I’d drowned my craters there
When I crouched my hatred down stares
I knew I’d wait another year to show the moon to shine
We don’t need to be reborn again
To know who’s born …. under a
bad…
sign
I wouldn’t cry because you left me
For that is whom you choose
But to question my reality, wept me in the blues
I do not cry because you left me
Nor felt the agony of heart impaled
To see the mass graves adorned in blue suede shoes
would crater me to see you fail
For freedom goes of its own Accord
And To Yoda’s onto Hondas
But the day you drove straight up that hill
The Warrior Peace Arized down Yonder
The day you grab that wheel and don’t turn back
I’ll be your journalist
Until that day shall come
I’ll carry your shoes upon my chest
You needn’t bear the weight of chiles
To be the most respected of the pack
Browner than Blue and Bluer than black
The wheatfields in Egyptian mires
Are whole-grained pleats in ricey tyres
And the world won’t keep turn another day
Till the farmers make theirs back
10.28.2022
Coffee Cup To-Go
As simple as
A recyclable paper cylinder
Crowned in a plastic helmet
With one spout of an opening
as if to represent sea mammals
up late studying
Now tepid and more than half-empty
Easy to pick up
With hardly a risk of spilling
for any land-dwelling primate
By the gown of its paper frock
That not too long ago
insulated once-steamy
Coffee, by now serving only to
Advertise in bold font
a well-known author
Appearing in our small town
Who knows where
I don’t care-
I came here for the coffee
to wake up from despair