on my ownsome

pee with the door open
dress down to the bone
such are the joys
of living on your own

days like these

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On days like these

When I switch from

TV to checking email

(I even check spam)

My trashbin

Imdb trivia

I think that maybe

Someday I’d want

To be  someone’s priority

And I wish someone would change my lightbulb for me

Omar on his 30th birthday 15th August 2006

I am just another victim

I am but just the result

Of a decision taken by an ancestor

Who was in fact just walking the

Line

drawn by a few consenting adults

From a bitter disunion

Two countries were born

and caught  in its bitter embrace

still am I

Through these 3o years I have inherited

without a choice

all those clichés

those protocols

and tied myself

into inextricable nots

30 years before I was born

my boundaries were drawn

how can you then say

I am really free?

Momina

Momina

Mo-mee-na

Her fate sealed by her name

of three syllables

Always pleading

Grew to be forty in twenty

Has no child to sing to

With her paan stained breath

"He can’t you see"..says she

"thank god" say I

"you can’t see" says she

as I wonder aloud

why she would ever want

a part of him.

and him with his fermented breath

has given her last night

a different souvenir

blue map shaped bruise across her chin

and yet for him

she extends her arm out to me

A 500 rupees

De-do-na

one drunk

transparent blue glass

empty wine bottle

Is it your frontal I see

Or your bacchal