let me, here, show you my friend that you are all but dead that you’ve died deaths too many to count that you will again death when you walk death when you talk death when you sing and when you decide

two nationally publicized rapes kathua and unnao religion appears to be at play in one the other seems to have a political hand rahul gandhi lights a candle maneka gandhi is deeply disturbed the father

©Rajiv Bee so much to be done so much to do so much to conquer conquer your fears? fight your way out? resist? all is well? give in? i’m no better than you better myself, i can you’re no better than me

hope’s around alright she lives down the road used to look rad once now, the wrinkles are starting to show faith just ran out the door she’s had a tough life living on what she comes by things don’t look

Would you believe it? According to European Union procurement rules, United Kingdom’s Home Office is obligated to open the bidding process for making the country’s passports to any European business that

not quite in awe of mankind i’m simply looking to unwind could even say i despise our race i am, after all, the fuckface

© Rajiv Bee “If you don’t have food, best be moving along,” is what they usually have to say.

©Rajiv Bee abou boom adam, his tribe is on the rise smoking hash filled pipes without reprise day in and night out very much devout one pale evening there was a knock boom adam opened the door it was six

talking heads, listening winds opinions, suggestions, insults warranted, unwanted smartasses, dimwits constants, changes bifurcated numbers brick-and-mortar, online sledge, sludge, slime the guns are a

if act as an idiot, you must unsolicited advice will be thrust like it or not want it or not continue with your ways and it will stop for the wise often give up after having driven horses to water Image

© AarBee i am not much of a birthdays’ person i don’t remember mine born within the hallowed grounds of bangalore’s very own sai baba i was free as a bird a month or two must have passed when endo-parasites

molecules of nothingness a space and time drift rummed balls painted squalls distorted faces revisited places lessons in history geographical limitations the near future the distant past the soul needs

not quite someone who’s been exactly there i’ve been in the neighbourhood not quite funnelled by the same tunnel i see light at the end of this one too we swallow the darkest hour with our very ordinary