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dripping lashes
unfiltered for you, Tutsi child
like vinegar on your red chopped salad.
Heavy fag drags in an auto rickshaw.
Redlight and the little beggar boy.
stumps for arms
stumps for alms
Reach in. make love to your adrenalin.
plug ears. sexy music.
Whole Lotta Love
on repeat.
tears for hollywood
but none for thee, beggar boy.
hmmm who could have written this? i wonder?
Fag drags and Zeppelin..
and i imagine
A whole lotta BeethovIn .. :-)
Sometimes i think its good to be blissfully ignorant..its just simpler that way!
i like!
i tend not to like the use of 'thee', even by KJV aficionados or twisted english bards. funnily though, i found it quite appropriate here. good stuff!
hey twaaa (so much for anonymity)
dats what troubles me day in and day out..
maybe i try to ignore the 'beggar boy' to keep my sanity..
Blind Dayze,
right on track :) down to the last ingredient!
Anon 1,
i know what you mean. i guess the level of ignorance/bliss would've to be sky high. but then again, i wonder if we don't inject ourselves with it everyday.
feddabonn,
thank you! completely agree with you on 'thee'. the funny thing is that i added the last two lines after 'd already posted the piece..with some misgivings. i still wasn't sure if i was gonna keep it but after what you've it stays!
Anon/Twaa 2,
i think you more than most people, can at least look him in the face my 'crazy' Twaa :) oh and P.S. yes i don't what cheap thrills you get when u keep bursting your own anonymous bubble by calling me twaa :P
Very Nice!! :) I like it.. ;)
mucho thanks Anon!
I was expecting a Hutu girl to come in the picture somewhere in the end... :-) Nice poem.
illusionaire,
thanks very much :) yes you're right. guess we shouldn't be far wrong if we say she could well be a sister of the beggar boy
Hate 'em or love 'em, but you just can't ignore beggar boys/girls..
You look in their eyes and you see no hope, just a deep black hole, devoid of life, trying to drag you in...
Sometimes, I cry inside when they laugh, cos' it hurts, not sure where, but it hurts.
I've been in such a situation where the beggars clamber up your window, but you can't spare the change every time, so you wind up the windows, but their incessant tapping wont stop. As the traffic light turns yellow, they finally leave you muttering under their breaths, though you cant hear them, you are sure theyre saying things you dont really want to hear. Then irritation sets in and finally a sense of helplessness, as the situation turns around and you become the victim and they the tormentors.You feel like a monkey trapped in your cage and they poke at your eyes with their taunting looks.
@blackestred: yes and it shames you too. like you said, especially when they laugh..or try to make you laugh, maybe cause every laugh could just as easily be a sob.
thanks for dropping by.
@dr_feelgood: reminds me of an incident when a much younger me (and new to delhi) was suddenly surrounded by at least 15 kids pulling at me for food/money...cause I’d given my bag of popcorn to one of them on coming out of a movie hall.
looking back at the helplessness and panic that gripped me then, wish ‘d nurtured that part of me instead of controlling it...and by now at least one more child could be literate and getting an education.
one feels so ashamed and helpless. we just thicken our skins and harden our hearts... all struggling for survival.
well written poem.
mesjay,
that's so true. we're cocooned to the point that letting it all in might spell total break down...what lies beyond - the picking up pieces part, becomes so distant.
thanks so much. it means a helluva lot coming from you.
1. Really like this one.
1&1/2. ("My writing's silly". Hah.)
2.There's another writer-alcoholic (not in the order defined)who loves 'thee', 'thine', 'thy' and 'thou'. Oh, you know who I mean.
3. Wish you'd shared this stuff with me a long time ago.
PS it seems strangely approprite to use 'thee' for a beggar boy.