I wake up
screaming, wild-eyed
and shuddering.
limbs paralyzed,
heart racing and
tongue in a yogic tangle.
it takes a while
to realize
your silence asphyxiates.
- Max
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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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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