sunsets lizards die winter springs the desert is a lonely place
a lamp and two mosquitoes mating on their seats
angles triangles perksend bony antlers show their nudity
ugly as those super thin models
darkness fallsmists rise
we are on 346 and plus a few more for old gates sakes
bates kneels jalebi is a round yellow song on sesame st
an art show that no sleep can't go on to
madhav crosses east and meets nehaless me on the bridge
i had the luxury of crying for one
and wasting years like yera glasses on pink wall red grills
cricket stuttered as francis smashed a six into juhu galli
a lady on the street selling bananas and mutton hanging loose near grime
love war computers and crap
and yet when you meet me you expect me to recognise you
who are you? who are you? who are you? just because you are brown
you are not my friend...i left india because of assholes like you
zeroes who did not know confidence only hollow tunes
of shrill rapesongs pathetic i hated your ilk
i just go back for rpaying my milk
i dont want to know you in auckland or singapore
or fiji or malaysia
let alone NYC or london
if i loved you
why would i be here
if i wanted to salute your flag
i wouldn't do it in auckland
what you betrayed in kashmir
i am black
black is my colour
so let me sleep
