I'm leaving for prayers.
I wear the other footwear,
Lest the new ones be robbed.
I'm leaving for prayers,
I wear the neglected shirt,
I don't want to be begged from.
I'm done with my prayers,
An invalid greets me.
His lips praise the Almighty,
But his hands ask from me.
I contemplate my reflection.
I am not me. No.
I am a student-measured by grades.
I am a pin up-measured by age.
I am a trophy-measured by riches.
I am not me.No.
Numbers define me.
A travesty of me; A plunge in faith.
- Mairaj Zindran
Friday, September 22, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
A Chance Encounter
Angela an actress.
5 years, 3 husbands, 2 divorces, a $4m alimony.
Vic a baseball card collector.
The last hot dinner 5 months ago.
The current boyfriend 9 years her junior.
Just signed up for Pulp Fiction 2.
He wrestled in back alleys - $15 guaranteed.
Most spent on baseball cards and broken limbs.
She wrecked his enfield.
Was booked for DUI.
Oh. She wrecked the enfield with him on it.
Ouch another broken rib.
3 months 2 weeks 3days 4 hours.
Time for a courtesy visit - courtesy AA rehab.
She went to him.
Flowers and all.
Her fragrance was Escada.
Floored him like nothing else.
She's now with husband number 4.
Shelved - Pulp Fiction 2.
He's now worth $10000 a fight.
Most spent on Angela the wife.
-Mairaj Zindran
5 years, 3 husbands, 2 divorces, a $4m alimony.
Vic a baseball card collector.
The last hot dinner 5 months ago.
The current boyfriend 9 years her junior.
Just signed up for Pulp Fiction 2.
He wrestled in back alleys - $15 guaranteed.
Most spent on baseball cards and broken limbs.
She wrecked his enfield.
Was booked for DUI.
Oh. She wrecked the enfield with him on it.
Ouch another broken rib.
3 months 2 weeks 3days 4 hours.
Time for a courtesy visit - courtesy AA rehab.
She went to him.
Flowers and all.
Her fragrance was Escada.
Floored him like nothing else.
She's now with husband number 4.
Shelved - Pulp Fiction 2.
He's now worth $10000 a fight.
Most spent on Angela the wife.
-Mairaj Zindran
Friday, September 08, 2006
Please
I've just had a moment.
Whether of clarity or darkness, I dont know.
My perspective has changed.
Someday I'll be old.
With fading eyesight, a broken body, a tattered soul.
Pick me when I'm young.
Please.
Whether of clarity or darkness, I dont know.
My perspective has changed.
Someday I'll be old.
With fading eyesight, a broken body, a tattered soul.
Pick me when I'm young.
Please.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Shallow
The folly of my eyes,
Just a bunch of lies.
A good cause deserves a donation?
Don't you see, it gives tax exemption.
The lies, on the mind they are so easy,
All sexed up and cheesy.
Oh how they love the oil.
Tyrant displacement, just a foil.
Shameless carnage of human rights,
Just breaking news and sound bytes.
The LoN, the UN, what do we need them for?
The road to peace now starts at war.
All our lives, we bark up the wrong tree.
When all we need is to break free.
Not pots of gold or an axe to grind.
Just someone to cry with and a beautiful mind.
-Mairaj Zindran
Just a bunch of lies.
A good cause deserves a donation?
Don't you see, it gives tax exemption.
The lies, on the mind they are so easy,
All sexed up and cheesy.
Oh how they love the oil.
Tyrant displacement, just a foil.
Shameless carnage of human rights,
Just breaking news and sound bytes.
The LoN, the UN, what do we need them for?
The road to peace now starts at war.
All our lives, we bark up the wrong tree.
When all we need is to break free.
Not pots of gold or an axe to grind.
Just someone to cry with and a beautiful mind.
-Mairaj Zindran
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Stressed at Work
Very stressful day today.
Was forgetting my password so many times after I locked my workstation...
Was forgetting my password so many times after I locked my workstation...
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Catharsis
Love.
Love of land, love of person, love of creed
Each one, selfish. Unabashadely.
Causing ruin.
Ruin of the self, ruin of life
Ruin of love, ruin of spirit.
Each one, making me more selfish.
Giving me reason to distrust,
Reason to destroy,
Tears and red everywhere.
Love.
Love of the self.
Delusion.
I am the alpha and the omega.
The timeline, begining and ending with me.
Sorry delusion.
No. Don't need covetous compulsions.
No.
The centre of me is land nor person nor cult.
The centre of me is not me, the centre is not me.
A spec on the timeline.
Therein lies greatness.
Not timelines. No.
Dots in space. Yes. Dots in space.
Mairaj Zindran
Love of land, love of person, love of creed
Each one, selfish. Unabashadely.
Causing ruin.
Ruin of the self, ruin of life
Ruin of love, ruin of spirit.
Each one, making me more selfish.
Giving me reason to distrust,
Reason to destroy,
Tears and red everywhere.
Love.
Love of the self.
Delusion.
I am the alpha and the omega.
The timeline, begining and ending with me.
Sorry delusion.
No. Don't need covetous compulsions.
No.
The centre of me is land nor person nor cult.
The centre of me is not me, the centre is not me.
A spec on the timeline.
Therein lies greatness.
Not timelines. No.
Dots in space. Yes. Dots in space.
Mairaj Zindran
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
The Past Few Days
The past few days have been good.
Argentina beat Mexico.
Italy beat Australia.
England beat Ecuador.
Brazil beat Ghana.
The past few days have been good.
Work killed me.
Monsoon brought me back to life.
Homer got a gun.
Ronaldo got a record.
Totti smashed home a penalty.
The past few days have been good.
Rocky drew Apollo.
Rocky beat Apollo.
Warrior beat Hogan.
Lust beat Clinton.
The past few days have been good.
Argentina beat Mexico.
Italy beat Australia.
England beat Ecuador.
Brazil beat Ghana.
The past few days have been good.
Work killed me.
Monsoon brought me back to life.
Homer got a gun.
Ronaldo got a record.
Totti smashed home a penalty.
The past few days have been good.
Rocky drew Apollo.
Rocky beat Apollo.
Warrior beat Hogan.
Lust beat Clinton.
The past few days have been good.
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