Autophony

The scent of jasmine pricks the stillness of the air. Is it spring - or you?

Curiosity may kill me. But that is the way I want to die.

Meanings make most marvellous mysteries mere mundane miseries.

The acid of hunger, the saliva of greed spur inspiration.

The jamuns ripen, loaded with juice - thick, black, sweet. Soap-sellers rejoice.

Propaganda needs a million lies to come true. Hope survives on one.

I have the wanderer's curse: uprooted from home, nowhere to strike roots.

Ox-cart at traffic signal. Thirteen thousand years trundle to a halt.

The first koel of spring must contend with the dogs who also express.

उम्मीद वह डोर है जो पतंग को आसमान में उडने देती है. यह कृति उमर बहुभाषीय रूपांन्तरक की मदद से देवनागरी में टाइप की गई है|

Random motion or orchestrated dance steps - who knows the difference?

Eyes pick and choose: what's invisible to me is obvious to you.

Life's a trick of light: I wear your lenses and lo! my worldview changes.

Two green leaves pushing out from a crack in a wall. Hope lasts forever.

How curious the rose - sweet nectar for bees, deadly leaf-venom for worms.

Spun to catch a moment's dinner And then to gather dust forever!

Prejudice reveals that by being fallible the saint is human.

Some things added, some forgotten, I am the sum of my memories.

Take 17 shades of green, 6 of brown, droplets of red, yellow and violet, a loud dash of orange. Beat in some shadows, a few ruptive spots of silver. Arrange on hillock in random order. Garnish with blue sky and white clouds. Serve with birdsong and scented breeze.

bring me my machine gun bring me my machine gun bring me my machine gun bring me my machine gun rich man he give da loan poor man he sow da rice poor man he grow da rice poor man he reap da rice poor man no pay da loan rich man he eat the rice bring me my machine gun bring me my machine gun bring me my machine gun bring me my machine gun rich man he give da loan poor man he buy da cow poor man he feed da cow poor man he milk da cow poor man no pay da loan rich man he drink da milk bring me my machine gun bring me my machine gun bring me my machine gun bring me my machine gun da revolution come rich man no give more loan poor man he eat the rice poor man he drink da milk da revolution come poor man no suffer more bring me my machine gun bring me my machine gun bring me my machine gun bring me my machine gun (3rd place at Kala Ghoda 2009)