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Vol. 1 #6

The White Issue 1/6/2011


Poetry Contributors 1. Sushrut Munje 2. Aman Khater 3. Krushna Dande 4. Girish Kute


Sky’s Eighteen

- Sushrut Munje

Amber tea in my yellow cup Was quite something today. There was rain outside and lightening Crazy, Mad rain battering the world And I smiled and sat inside and had my peaceful tea. I saw Poetry outside. And wild desires living themselves. There was distinct harmony to be seen In every wet bird, wet tree, wet human. There was music. Oh boy, some nice music. It was raw like the pitter-patter of the rain. As familiar as the words I've used. As warm and fuzzy as my amber tea. Sky seemed eighteen finally. It spoke and it yelled with authority of an adult. And I was all ears to the Conversation of the Clouds. I told her it's raining. Her reply made me warm. Warm and fuzzy like my amber tea. I looked up again. Believing myself to be in my Twenties. The tea was all of Forties. But that one crazy sky above was younger than us. And its passion was driving me crazy. My silly ol' Sky was Eighteen and I'd fallen for it.

A Saahil Dama, Ishan Dabri, Krushna Dande production.


The Hawk

- Aman Khater

He eyes the ground, In search of his prey, Yet to be found, It cannot hide, even in hay. He roams in circles, For hours at a time, In his mind, the prey he encircles, The moment for him, sublime. He stalks for ages, The one to be hunted, His prey in imaginary cages, Lies unaware about to be affronted. He goes in for the kill, He finishes it quickly, The prey unaware still, Is moved away slickly.

A Saahil Dama, Ishan Dabri, Krushna Dande production.


A Movie Ballad

- Krushna Dande

A tub of popcorn waiting in your hand, Can't see your seats from where you stand. Your usher's an idiot, doesn't know a thing, Through it all your phone starts to ring. You turn it off amid all the angry glares, With a red face you climb the dirty stairs. After a while you get to your place, Trying to settle down, a smile on your face. An unhealthy stench comes from the bottom of the seat, You hope none of the Coke falls on your feet. The projector is on, the guy start to sing, You nibble on the popcorn and forget everything. Ten minutes pass, the lead actor's a con, It's all badly done, don't know what's going on. It's just another plot to steal big bucks, Wait a minute, this movie sucks! You think of leaving but the usher doesn't agree, Somehow you manage to survive the movie. You're walking out of the film you hated, Your mind's astray and you're feeling violated. You struggle back home, the night looks bleak, But deep down you know you'll be back next week.

A Saahil Dama, Ishan Dabri, Krushna Dande production.


Courage to say no

- Girish Kute

I know there are two ways out, The hard earned one and the easy in, Fight it through or mess it in, Jets of ecstasy, in the arms of reality, On their way in, they take me out, Snort in dote for the worldly pain, Supreme sensory bliss. Every dote, it takes me high, Every jet, it propels joy. I damn the world, I sever ties, I cheat the adversity of being human. As the ecstasy dips, My skies tumble, my heights fumble, And I dash against the harsh reality Of human adversity. It takes courage to say no, It takes courage to stay low. This world reminds me of my cowardice, I need to stay apart, I need to stay away. Jets of ecstasy, in the arms of reality, On their way in, they take me out, Snort in dote for the worldly pain, Supreme sensory bliss.

A Saahil Dama, Ishan Dabri, Krushna Dande production.


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