Tuesday, September 28, 2010



by Ishita Dharap on Monday, 27 September 2010 at 23:30

Empty, beggar, empty

And his knees are lost

And he's lost his salt

And the emptiness

He's lost that too

With the empty eyes

Which would fill with tears,

Well, he's lost those too

And the frequent fights

That would drag him here

And would bruise his calves

And would burn his blood

Well he's lost those too

Empty beggar, empty

and there'e nothing you can do

and there nothing, beggar, nothing

that emptiness can spew.

And the empty head

Of the vacant man

Filled to the brim

With empty sounds

That carried him.

Empty as skin

Empty as shell

Empty as winners

In the depths of hell

Empty, beggar, empty

For your knees are lost

And your salt is, too


Some things hurt my eye.

Light in fist, gleeful eye,

old things in new skins.

New things are tired already.

Really, they have no hook at all,

nothing for me to pull harder.

So I'll let you go,

thank you very much.

Go to sleep now.

Monday, September 27, 2010

100 W

to mirror you
without meaning to

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Saturday, September 18, 2010


silver pencils,

cracked shavings

stacked lightening,