Tag: life
member name: Max Babi
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August 07, 2006 03:20 AM EDT --
We'll do our thing,
run up and slither down
the slippery wall of life
charged up to tackle brick by brick
the monumental tasks ahead,
pushing the fog of anxiety fears worries
aside, . . .
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August 24, 2006 08:37 AM EDT --
Like a seed bursting through the soil,
like a bud flowering into smiles,
like an aged root tearing a slab of concrete apart
every next move in my life . . .
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August 31, 2006 01:18 PM EDT --
Urdu version
Vohi raaste hain
sehmese aur khamosh,
vohi chaurahepe umadti bheed.
Vohi besabar kadmonka musalsal safar,
vohi rooh dabochti raftaar,
samundarki gehri sansoka karobaar aur
retka . . .
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September 18, 2006 04:19 AM EDT --
Sometimes life feels like
an endless corridor
where doors open themselves
-flashing glimpses of paradise
at times, we tumble on,
sheer frustration driving us
leaving only screaming scratches
on doors . . .
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September 28, 2006 11:11 AM EDT --
Urdu has produced a veritable galaxy of poets who specialized in writing about love and its myriad manifestations in one's life. Many of these poets lived and wrote about love from stratospheric . . .
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October 10, 2006 12:53 PM EDT --
We all usually remember a favorite singer or musician by a profusion of songs, writers by our very well-loved short stories or essays or whatever… I remember R.S. Thomas as the name that jumped at . . .
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December 27, 2006 10:35 PM EST --
As a teenager drunk on
sombre Schopenhauer and
nihlistic Nietzsche, I used to snicker and say,
life is trying to figure me out.
Who turned the tables and how?
Why does life seems like an endless . . .
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March 24, 2007 12:42 PM EDT --
In autumn, I siphon
off life, from dregs
too deep for thoughts.
(c) Max Babi 032407
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April 03, 2007 01:14 PM EDT --
For my friends, Purvi and Nimesh, Mumbai, India.
Togetherness lends an unfathomable depth to a miracle called life
The bodiless soulless doppelganger silently fleshes up as a wife
Bland routines . . .
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December 09, 2007 01:32 PM EST --
I die a little, everytime I look into
your eyes, my loving parents,
I see eddies of pain seething inside.
Why is this a one-way street,
this wordless singeing exchange,
this quiet . . .
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June 20, 2006 04:18 AM EDT --
She startled me by saying
Nobody dies a virgin,
For life screws us all.
Now this caused a reverse snowball effect
A thought rolling backwards, and gathering
A surfeit of moss… . . .
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May 28, 2006 01:12 AM EDT --
" Where are my car keys?"
" Under the pile of magazines on your desk…"
" What time are we meeting at the neighbours' place today?"
" Around seven thirty..." . . .
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May 10, 2006 01:12 AM EDT --
Ooblongvind looked around cautiously, His spacecraft lay hidden in thick foliage, a nervous tic on his cheek started bothering him- these were all live forms but immobile. . . .
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June 05, 2006 07:03 AM EDT --
It's the ultimate wish
totally unachievable hence precious
- a secret utopian world.
Being neither people-oriented nor things-oriented
I realized long ago, I am ideas-oriented.
Ideas like vapors, . . .
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