Unhappy alone, alien in company,
sad facing consequences, torn apart by wants,
empty after fulfilment, joyless when dreamy,
indifferent to sympathy, scathed by taunts.
Disenchanted on attaining, hopeless facing gloom,
Corroded by ennui, foxed by duality,
Let down horribly, erasing bliss and bloom,
Slip ping when guarding individuality.
Troubled wrestling ghouls, frightened surfacing,
tired upholding a smile, better at grimacing,
knocked cold by memories, heart heavy and racing.
aghast at aborted ambitions, livid showcasing.
At the centre of it all, happy on a roll,
lies an obscenely insatiable black hole.
- Max Babi
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Max Babi, my guru, like Tukaram has a weakness - he barely records his prolific output of poetry. Tukaram is immortal because of Santaji Jagnade who collected his works; this is my attempt to get as much of Max's stuff (he sends it on SMS) in one place.
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Maxvani by Max Babi & Others is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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