Saturday, May 28, 2011


I cannot laugh
without cause anymore
but I often giggle
out of place
without poetry
or rhythm
in conversations
not meant for me;
I often smile
at myself
when I giggle
out of place
tracing boxes
on the floor
on hazy days
in lighter dreams
Love is a verse
shoved in a herse
love is an open book
to a verse
of your
bad poetry,
this is,
coming from me.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Give me a line,
Dance with me until
I feel alright.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The joy of drinking a stiff black label with a few men, on a cold night in a foreign country.

Specially, when the speck of the foreign country that you're on is New York

Thursday, May 19, 2011

There's a question that I've always wanted to ask everyone.

In those inane, drab few moments when you're switching on the light, or changing the gear or folding up the sides of a paper for no real reason, do you think? Do you really actively think out something that is completely amputated from your apparent stream of consciousness. Do you construct complete thoughts, imagine entire fantasies, come up with water-tight ideological retorts and fore-see your own future, while making toast? Do you elaborately think about how you're going to brighten up someone's day on a given date or how you're ruining someone's summer right now? Do you?

Or am I just mad?

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Window

The glass
of the window
of my car,
is so much cleaner
than it was,
the horn sounds clearer
the gear is smoother
the axle still wobbles,
but the wheels are firmer
than they were,
when there was
still a thumbprint
on the glass,
of the window
of my car

Rishi Razdan

Saturday, May 7, 2011


Will you'll promise to be little forever?

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Poetry in Motion

I will write to you
when the time is right
to write,
to you.

I will explain
what I can't
when I can,
talk to you.

It won't be long
or take long
or feel wrong
to you.

It won't be rude
or angsty or real
but it will
be the truth
to you

I will write
and I won't,
pass it on
to you.

Rishi Razdan

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Of all the things in the world, there is one thing I suspect that I have managed to achieve. I sometimes feel like I can, far more clearly than I could, distinguish sincerity from insincerity. I suspect it strongly. I almost even believe it. I should. The alternative is, I just don't like a lot of people anymore. I look forward to the distractions that the year has to offer.