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Miss Saitwal Jul 2018
That workaholic lady who's always on call
& keep up with the market cells,
That newly married lady with chunky "red bangles"
talking to her husband with both earphones and blush on.

That man with a big fat stomach filled with his wife's love;
That teen who is on the edge of being deaf
because he can't do without the earphones.

That struggler who always stands at the back door;
That dreamer who's lost looking outside the window;
That person who's scared to get lost so stay active on the maps;
That disturbed mind who is coping up listening to George Michael;
That overworked soul who can crash anywhere.

That lady who choose to sit and freeze to death under a broken A/C unit, rather than stand with a five kilo backpack in a crowded jungle.
That girl who eats like a thief by hiding her food in the bag;
That tall enthusiastic freak who swings
and does gymnastics in a moving bus.

That granny who spot more trends than teens and follows them;
That old man who still can't keep up with the uneven roads
and the confused climate of Bombay.

That teen who lives with/on an Ipod,
instead of the 90s kids who survived on colouring books;
Those kids who believe their job is to fill the voids in the still crowd by surpassing like electrons to the magnetic field.

That man who is inspired by Raju Rastogi from 3 Idiots,
chanting to death and can't stop stressing on his responsibilities;
That entrepreneur with a head held high and red lipstick,
who never believes in a 9 to 5 corporate "mistake",

That blogger who can't think offline and is born to shine on the Gram,
That man who switches from Linkedln to South Indian action movie when the masses exit.
Dangling bangles in rhythm of light,
colorfully shining right into the night;
Caressing my ears with magical tones,
dancing on air while my mind gently roams.

Lovely to hear and so sweet to see,
the motion of sounds in a song that's free;
Notes call to the sky with a fresh melody,
my very own voice sings the harmony.

In Autumn we sense those mystical sounds,
of spirits awakening this time around;
Each breeze sends the chimes out into space,
with pleasure and smiles no cloud can erase.
zebra Sep 2017
do you like to ride me
tingy mingy ***
screaming lady noodles
she said with lots a sass

you can ride my tuk tuk
while your nose drools snot
its yummy yum
spicy ***** hot ***

in shorts and sandals
bingles and bangles
hot and sweet
lips kissy tangles

she cooks the dish
and kiss you sweet
peppers and fish
i love her feet

beep beep
pretty little miss miss
lemon grass soup
honey **** tisk tisk

tan tan girl
does the fuckarochi
licks sweet sticky ****
he always buys her Gucci

how about a jet ride
all the way to **** ****
i want to be in Thailand
with tingy mingy tuk tuk
zebra Feb 2018
she likes to dance in cemeteries naked
warring little but jeweled ***** bells,
ankle bracelets
toe rings
bingles, bangles, piercings,
through ******* and nose

her tongue split
each side wiggling independently

she gives head on a head stone
her blow jobs
like two undulating mouths
her skin inked with
black and blood tattoos that say
Satan's little ***** *****
double penetrations preferred porfavor
the more buttery big ***** and pastry puffy ******* the better


she
all purple hair tinged red
and antler horned hat
with silver toe and finger nails
a crazy saint sane
adored by the popes of the lascivious
eyes wide open over a crimson mouth sneer
cherry pout lips
gods gift to ***** and vaginas
a temple of relief exalting
Eros
a **** it bucket list of lust
her heart
cotton candy in flames
****** like a river of smashed potatoes
in cream

she like
phases of a corpse moon
begs to be used after death
like pigment on canvas
smeared red globes and chiaroscuro
she playing dead
living it up

do you know her
she keeps her secret hidden
on her sleeve
while you keep yours
from yourself

bless me father for I have sinned
and loved every minute of it
yet dare not be happy
for fear of Gods rage


my soul saved
turned fertile earth to sand
and shrouding vistas of light
till the bed is the bed
of the living dead
so there's nothin left but work and sleep
and dreams of drunken **** madness are buried
under the weight
marked forbidden

black sun curse
hips sway in ashes
a forbidden dance
zebra Jun 26
***** bunny ****
a ****** with bangles
shaved and pierced
dried and shampooed
Spoosh, Tick Tick, and Trashed

is it true Jesus is Shesus
and has no ***** anymore

i love you
***** Juice
waddle cupcake *****
mambo Dancing Shoes
i am Kimbo the Love Doctor
******* the palm of my hand
***** sniffer extraordinaire
in limbo
eating ****** snacks and disco biscuits
looking for a whipped cream buff puff

jam split *** cracked cheeks squeeze tight
and your Black Metal Veins
burn like melting *** of fire

so what would your ideogram look like
a hot dog and Kleenex with Skunk and
***** **** glob pearls
blond wig wavy curls and Haven Dust

I am banana float
Big Flake
and your my split thizz
a new genetic fricassee

sleep is temporary death
and i'm to tired to feed
on shadowed veins

my personality a mote
like a goat with a tote
**** fueled *** and barbiturates desert
make a face like clevererd meat

kiss me *****
jugs with *** plugs and Tootsie Roll toes
girl friend
spreads hemic tide for **** water
i like lip gloss icing eyeliner
floating in Marshmallow Reds, and Pink Ladies

*** prance Foo Foo Dust
licker of rugs
stinker with shrugs
in a puddle of Drowsy Goofers
built not to last the aftermath
like a penny side show

in instinctive rhythms
and midnight madness
while hungry for tranquilizer therapy
i feel good
like a corpse buried in your hips

say something in your oral tradition
gag gaag a googoo
pass the tiaras
and Star Spangled Powder
private parts on public display
black girls gone platinum
chocolate upside down cake
with Blue Bullets between their legs
another lick please
snorting Lady Caine, and Mama Coca rotate Soft *****
pass for French with a horse **** cigarette
in a silver case
filled generously with saliva wet nose candy

White Nurse
like a golden snake with black bones
keeps her smokes between her legs
lucky strikes revival and Bumble Bees

i like my cigs smouldering  wet
dreaming of evil

Diesel, Golden Girl
Red Chicken
do drop in
wizard of fire music
phantasmagoria
…..
"One pill makes you larger,
and one pill makes you small,
and the ones that Mother gives you
don’t do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
when she’s ten feet tall."
drugs *** death
When love calls you
You complain
Strained and straight to bed
We forget the end
It's a random affair
We often end up in
If you lend me your mouth
I’ll keep it close at hand
And if you’re ever down south
I’ll show you the promised land
Your heart is the church
I alone worship in the sand
Your eyes are worth
A thousand emeralds
Gold and silver bracelets and bangles
Held up against your makeup
We can no longer fake it
So we take it home
With us instead
vern Apr 20
I am a small and expressive six-year-old
I just came back from India, just a trip to visit family
I wear a bindi
My hands are decorated with mehndhi¹
I wear bangles on my arm of all different colors
I wore a little churi daar
²
And everyone teased me
“She has a disease?”
“Why is there a dot on your forehead?”
“You look funny”
A few of my friends tell me that I look pretty and they wish to wear it too.
I get a few compliments but the rest hurt
I never wore a bindi in front of them again
I washed my hands to rid the orange stains
I never wear my Indian clothes
I am a not so small and not expressive sixteen-year-old
I see music festivals, I see movies, I see the people who teased me when I was six
They wear the dots that I had worn
They decorate their hands with what they call “henna”
It wasn’t an Indian holiday
I’m a little hurt
Why was I teased?
But they are praised
“It’s aesthetically pleasing?”
“The bindi is indie”
Do not tease me for my culture
And then take it for your own praise
Is that even fair?
Do you think that’s fair?
some thoughts about cultural appropriation
1. henna in intricate patterns
2. an Indian outfit prominent in Gujarat, worn during holiday celebrations
Ammar Younas Dec 2018
To whom this moon is navigating tonight?
You are so shining and radiating tonight

My soul is dancing in rhythm of dim light
Songs of your bangles are agitating tonight

Grandma told me to wish to a falling star
I wished long ago but still awaiting tonight

It was your gravity which kept me encircling
I'm not in my orbit and deviating tonight

How many sleeps your thoughts have spoiled yet
Nights are awakening and aggregating tonight

Earth, air, water, fire seem to be disturbed now
All our horoscopes are escalating tonight

Will our stars be matching in next life?
Astrologists are meeting and estimating tonight

I had requested some place in her heart
I heard, she agreed and allocating tonight


I was sitting as a bride
I was waiting for my groom
I was wearing my bridal dress
I was adorn with gold jewelry
I was about to venture
Into the brand new world of
Bride and Groom- and honeymoon
Excited, fantasizing, eager...

Oh..!
And there YOU come
And our LOVE happens...

You took away my heart
With just a little glance of your LOVE
Just when I was about to get married

I left the ceremony
And was ready to run away with you
Thanks to your little glint glance

I broke all the traditions
I broke the glass bangles
The removed the red "tilak"
I pulled away the marigold garland
Thanks to a little glance of your LOVE
When I felt your LOVE within me

I disobeyed my family,
I argued with my friends
I resigned from my job
I fought with my inner demons
I made enemy of my intelligence
YES, thanks to a little glance of your LOVE

Since I could not be with YOU...
I wore a black dress, alternatively with white,
People thought I was your widow now
I stopped eating and went on fasting
I walked a 1000 miles to be with you
Thanks to a little glance of your LOVE

I walked away from life
I stayed awake at nights
I dreamed during day time
I climbed the Himalayas
I drowned within the Pacific
I burned myself in Sahara
I froze in Arctic
And that's how I melt within YOU

Oh...!
Thanks to a little glance of your LOVE

I lost sense of learning
I gave up my education
I donated my knowledge
I stopped reading books
I burned my school/ college certificates

Thanks to a little glance of your LOVE

I held your hand without fear
I hugged you in front of our family
I kissed you in front of the world
Just to walk away with you
Desiring to live a moment of LOVE with you

Thanks to YOUR little glance of your LOVE

I gave up drugs, smoking, drinking
I gave up harm, hurt, hate
I gave up jealousy, envy and pride
I gave up wealth, money and power

Thanks to a little glance of your LOVE

I gave up my life for YOU
I gave up my everything for you
I gave up my dreamz for you
I even gave up my desires for YOU
That's how... - thus I became YOU

Thanks to a little glance of your LOVE

I live for you and I die for you
I breathe my last for you
I feel you in my bone marrow
YOUR love moves my nerves
YOU run as blood in my veins

Thanks to a little glance of your LOVE

I became young in your LOVE
I became old in your wait
I became alone without YOU
I became wise with your wisdom
I became mad in your longing
I went through so much pain of LOVE
By the way...
YOU kept on giving so much joys of LOVE too

Thanks to a little glance of your LOVE

YOU took away my name
YOU took away my identity
YOU took away my gender
YOU took away my self
YOU took away my EGO
YOU took away me from me

Thanks to a little glance of your LOVE

I slept on the pyre of fire
I jumped into the ocean of flames
Now I wear a new bridal dress for you
From a run-away-bride to
Waiting-to-be-a-bride

Thanks to a little glance of your LOVE




CC Jul 31
My left hand is my eldest sister
My right hand is the kid who died
The right foot is my father
The left foot is my mother
My shoulders are my problems
My Head is between my ears
My knees get me forward
Swing Swing Swing
Oh, and my nails are the boundaries
My hair is my thoughts
My scalp is my information
My watch is my reminder
The white rabbit is reminding you
The bangles in your right wrist ring like a bell
Don't forget your feet
Please touch with your palms
Work with your fingers
Your nose knows
Your skin is a map of where you're coming from
My bag holds a body of a criminal
The criminal is my uncle and he mows our lawn with his teeth
Punishment for crimes against family
My name matters (all 5)
My closet is my arsenal of friends I have encountered
My smile is my dad's
My teeth are mine to savour with my tongue
lok-hing Oct 2018
you [believed in true love]
are now in bygone memories
held together with blue
on a backdrop of
monochrome lines and ornate golden
bangles
to the wasurenagusa girl
I used to think mysef
a Romany

reading palms
and wearing golden
bangles

layers of purples
pinks and reds

adorning my body

but your love
turned me into
nothing but

a Tinker

stealing purses
from unsuspecting
well dressed women

and pocket watches
from pinstriped suited
men

I never said I was
guiltless

but your love
made me nothing
but ashes in

the fire pit of
Hell
hiba Sep 20
born a sinner,
under crescent moons
and among chants of "talaq, talaq, talaq"
forced to hide behind a star studded veil to be preserved against blood thirsty eyes
glass bangles and silverware replaced the dolls in her hands and the fairyland of her dreams
led on a rose colored path, and into a gold painted cage marked marriage
greedy scars crafted by her lover marred the canvas of her body
only punctured fairy blue wings and dying embers of an electric soul remain
but she rises from the ashes,
sits on her velvet throne
and adorns the bejeweled crown
she reclaims the legacy of her goddess mothers,
durga and cleopatra
this time you don't get to see our strained faces,
this time you don't get to mock the dying fire of our eyes
because now,
we know our rights.
now we're armed with spears of knowledge.
we're the queens of our own kingdoms, unique in our reigns.
we were supposed to be treated like flowers, right?
but you threw us into the mud of your crimes
and we bloomed like lotuses,
reckless and vivacious.
we earned it all.              
                    - standing beside, not against
i wrote this when there was a lot of controversy regarding the triple talaq bill in india. amidst that socio-political turmoil, i wanted people to pause and think about women as human beings first, standing in solidarity ♥️

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