BACK IN ONE PIECE?

I doubt it...

INCREDIBLE SENSE OF SADNESS AND PARALYSIS OF WILL TO TAKE A LONG JOURNEY

BACK HOME

Oh! yes.

Feel so disoriented

So bewildered

Can't make a decision about anything

I mean anything

Going?

Not going?

Where?

Don't know

Cold countries

Snow

Slush

Sleet

Rain

No

Can't go there

Somewhere else?

Don't know

The day pass

The evening pass

The next day pass

The next evening pass

Going?

Not going?

Where?

Where to stay?

Hotel?

Bed and breakfast?

Friend's house?

The other friend's house?

The cats

No cats

Three day maximum limit

Going?

Not going?

Where to stop?

Bed and breakfast?

Pounds?

Double the dollar

Buy new pants?

Buy a winter jacket?

New shoes?

New sweater?

New hat?

Cold countries

Rain

Slush

Snow

Sleet

Going?

Not going?

Don't stop anywhere

Go directly

A long flight

A long long flight

Want to break the journey

Where?

Friend's place

The one with the cats?

Or

The one with three day stay limit?

So tiring

So tiring everything

Shopping?

So tiring...

No winter jacket?

Can't go without the winter jacket

Can't go with good solid pair of shoes

Sneakers to jog

Jog where?

Going?

Not going?

Go directly

Long flight

A long flight

Long, long flight...

Where to stay once the long, long never ending flight ends?

Brother's place?

Sister's place?

But the brother not well

But the sister not there

Where to stay?

Bother the not so well brother?

That's not nice

But where to stay?

Go when the sister comes back

But thats so late

Leave him alone?

He is not so very well either

Leave him alone?

For how long?

How long to stay?

Stay in sister's house?

Or the brother's house?

Brother not feeling well...

Leave the husband alone?

Husband not feeling completely well either

How long to leave him alone?

A month?

Too short a trip to go so far

So far...

Far, far away...........

Far,far away...

So long a flight

Two months?

Too long

Too, too long...

Too long to stay at the sister's house

Far too long to stay at the brother's house

The brother not so well...

Which house to stay?

Which house to stay when you are back home?

Back home?

Yes, back home...

I don't have a house there

House there of my own

Which house to stay when you are there?

Sister's house?

Or brother's house?

Brother not so well...

Don't go

Have to go

Brother not so well...

Stay in a hotel

Hotel?

Not possible

Not possible at all

We don't stay in a hotel when we go back home

But you said, you don't have a home there?

I didn't say that

I said, "I don't have my own house back home"

Thats what I said...

Its still my home

But I don't have a house there

House of my own back home...

What about the memories once you are settled some where...

Somewhere?

Yes, your brother's house?

Or your sister's house?

Sister not there right now

Brother not so well...

But finally when you decide...

Decide?

Decide where to stay...

Its not up to me

I have no choice

Sister;s house

Or

The brother's house

Sister not there

Brother not so well...

All hard choices

All difficult choices

All emotionally difficult choices...

But you have to make one

Some kind of choice has to be made

Don't go

Not possible

Brother not so well

Have to see him...

And the memories?

What memories?

The memories of your home...

The memories of my home?

Yes.

I don't understand

The memories, once you are back home

Your memories of your childhood, brothers and sisters, mother and father

Your own house, your mother and father's house, your house, where you were

born, the love, the youth, the food, the warm weather, the mangoes, the dream,

the ambition, the drive, the laughter, the singing, the friends, the neighbors...

What about all those memories once you are back home?

I don't want to go

Can't handle it

I have to go

Brother not so well

Have to go...

Then get up and go get a winter jacket in case you break your journey

in a cold country...

Snow, slush, rain, sleet...

And a good solid pair of shoes

And a sweater

And gloves

And a hat...

Get up and go buy those things

Haven't been able to get up and go shopping

Haven't been able to do anything...

Will to do nothing under all the emotions...

Emotions

Emotions

Present

past

is

Gone...

If I don't buy a good solid pair of shoes

I won't go any where...

Then why am I not buying the shoes?

Can't get up and go shopping...

Going?

Or

Not Going?

Have to go

Brother not so well...

Long flight

Long, long flight

Break the journey

Where to stay in a foreign country?

With the friend

The one with cats?

Or

The one who can accommodate you only for three days?

Three days is better than nothing....................

Then I will have to buy a winter jacket and a hat and a sweater............

London will be cold

Stop somewhere else

Where?

Take a durect flight

Long flight

So long a flight

Don't go

Have to go

Brother not so well...

Then go

Where to stay?

At your brother's house

Brother not so well

So you go take care of him...

You are going for him right?

Right

So go stay with him and take care of him

So sad to see him sick...

"IN THE HOTEL ROOM"

A

PLAY

BY

BINA SHARIF

Copyright:binasharif:2011

MOONOOSHA MANOOSHA (A CALL GIRL)

BHANDOOR BHANDOOR: (A RICH FAT MAN, A BANKER PROBABLY)

MOONOOSHA:

Money first Mr...

BHANDOOR:

I just treated you at a five star restaurant.

You ate so much

You drank so much

The wine bottle after another wine bottle.

One wine bottle cost me one thousand dollars

Already you have cost me some big bucks...

MOONOOSHA:

Big bucks you stole from me...

BHANDRA: (Laughs his heart out)

From you?

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, from you? ha, ha, ha, ha,

MOONOOSHA:

Yes, from people like me and the others...

BHANDRA:

People like you? Ha, ha, ha, ha......People like you?

What a joke! What a fat white joke. You are a call girl.

I pay you. I feed you, I pay the bill, the big fat bill.

Though you are small, lean and thin, you have a good appetite.

You eat a lot. You ate the whole lobster, the frisee salad, kalmata

olive bread, the buffalo cheese, the truffle soaked soft goat cheese with

a hint of white asparagus, Cream of pumpkin seed soup and that chocolate mousse...

and you are still so slim...I look at the food and I get fat, look at me,

(Aside) I hope after spending so much money, so much money on this skin and bones

creature, after spending a fortune,

 amount of money a bright student can graduate from Harvard.

I hope after all that I can get it up...

After all I am paying her for fucking me,

 fucking me, the real fucking me and not just fucking me up...

But actually if I can't get it up, it won't be her fault

But still I want her to fuck me and I want to fuck her to get my money's worth, maybe if I can't get it up I will ask her to suck me but If I am still so limp what's the pleasure in sucking a piece of candy which has been sucked already, 

so what am I going to do? I should have eaten less.

Small portions of all that gourmet food when,

 you order everything and just look at it and smell it 

and feel powerful and rich even if you are a call girl 

but a call girl not for an ordinary ass hole 

but an important hedge fund ass hole. 

 They know who to get a call from.

They are smart. 

 Actually smarter than all the fat hedge fund managers 

who end up going to jail eventually.

 just like those two aliens, fat aliens from another planet who just went to jail for life.

They don't know how to steal, 

those beginners at the game of fraud...Please, they have lots to

learn from pros like us... learn from us ass holes. 

 The first lesson of fraud is not to get caught.

If you are going to get caught don't do it. Just don't do it.

 Don't even try. You are going to get caught any way

Just cheat and steal and spend it on hookers and call girls.

This one, (He gestures towards the call girl who is sitting and sipping champagne) Look at her, skin and bones, even if I could get it up, her bones are going to stick in my loose flesh like spiked heels which look like thorny daggers. Maybe I should just give her the money and send her home, this bitch...She will be happy to leave and why not? She won't even have to have her thongs off and make thirty thousand dollars just for her spiky clavicle bone.

What the fuck for?

Why do we spend so much money on hookers and prostitutes and call girls while we all have wives?

Our fucking wives are as fat as us....mother fuckers fat, fat, fat, fat.

I can tolerate my fat but not my wife's.

A woman's fat is ugly, ugly, ugly.

Like a pig, a female pig, wife pig, wife fat.

Can you imagine a wife and fat on top of it?

Just to have a skinny woman in my room, in my bed even if her shin is like the sharpest possible blade of a dagger hitting my testicles....and paying thirty thousand dollars for that...

Even if its stolen money from other fat mother fuckers, its still going from my pocket to her little purse.

Holly shit, so much of my money is going to go in her tiny little shiny purse, the bitch of a hooker, the cunt of a call girl, the mother of whores, the mother of all whores with pus coming out of her smelly cunt, the smell which she hides with Channel number five which I fucking buy for all these mother fucker whores who fuck so many other fat hedge fund mother fuckers that I can't put my mouth on her smelly cunt so I have to buy her perfume first and then feed her the Foi Gras and truffles and then bring her here, pay $3000 for the room where she is going to demand her fucking $3o,ooo and I am limp as melting ice cream.

It happens always. Always. By the time I bring these whores in the room for another champagne I go limp.

No force, no hardness, no stiffness, no nothing.

(Touches his crotch)

What's wrong with you, you mother fucker? 

 Why don't you stand up for yourself?

Stand up you ass hole, Stand up.

 I am paying so much money for you to stand up and you

are always sleeping. Why are you always dozing off on me?

Which pills did you take?

She gave it to you?

This bitch?

This fucking bitch?

But you were sleeping with the last bitch and the bitch before this one.

You love to sleep.

I take you out, feed you, take you to the ball games, 

take you to fancy hotel rooms

and all you do is want to sleep and now you are sleeping.

What the fuck am I going to do with this bitch's bones if you don't stand up?

Stand up for your self. There is no dignity in always being so limp.

Stand up for your self and stand up for me.

What, the gucci under wear of mine is too tight for you to stand up?

Ok, I am going to free you from the bondage of Gucci, 

Ok so you can stand up like a man, tall, erect, unbending, 

ready to shoot like John Wayne....Shoot baby shoot, shoot her...

ha,ha,ha,ha, Yes, I would love to shoot her before I give her my $30,000

 but then I will for sure go to jail and my success is not to go to jail.

That's for sure, That is my decision. 

 That is the decision of every smart hedge fund manager.

Steal but never go to jail.

Those two fat ones, one was really fat, fat,

 I mean fat, much fatter than me,

The other one also fat but not as fat as the first one,

Both went to jail.

Stupid.

They thought they were as smart as us,but hell no.

No one is as smart as us.

They were foreigners....

Stupid idiots.

 If you are a stupid idiot who don't know how to steal,

 don't become a hedge fund manager.

To have a limp penis is one thing but to go to jail?

That's a killer man.

I will take a limp penis any day.

MOONOOSHA:

So let me have it.

BHANDRA:

Let you have what?

MOONOOSHA:

Let me have my money.

NHANDRA:

And?

MOONOOSHA:

And let me go home

BHANDRA:

And what about the fucking?

MONOOSHA:

You seems like a pudding, a cold jello, a syrupy sorbet, a terra missou, a wet spung cake,

spagetti soaked with too much sauce, a soft pillow to lie your head on and snore...

BHANDRA:

So why would you get paid if I am a huge bundle of dripping, syrupy softness?

MONOOSHA:

That's my pay to be here in this hotel room with you...

What happens in that hotel room or what doesn't happen is not part of my contract.

BHANDRA:

Who signed the contract?

MONOOSHA:

Our business has nothing to do with written contracts and even if it was, you won't

sign your name on anything.

You know what I am talking about?

The adultery the divorce, the alimony,

 the billions of dollars you will have to pay to your fat wife.

BHANDRA:

How do you know my wife is fat?

MONOOSHA: (Laughs)

Every fat man who has a lot of money to pay an expensive call girl in a hotel room

who can't get it up has a fat wife at home ,

who will sue his ass for all the money

 he has been stealing from all the banks in the world. 

 You don't want your fat wife to get all your money. Do you?

You are better off paying me my share and let it go at that.

The call girl will save you all the trouble of fat lawyers, 

fat wives and all that money you will have to give to your hedge fund children.

Come on hand me the dollars so I can go to another client.

You are not capable of even me sucking you, 

how are you going to fuck?

Its just a waste of my time.

Other clients com so fast and I am out of the door in five minutes.

You are taking too much time dozzing off and snoring.

BHANDRA:

I am not snoring, I am not dozzing off,

 I am wide awake as a hawk 

and you have to do something to me or with me

 before you get my money. Its hard earned money.

MONNOSHA:

Hard earned, my smelly ass. Its my money in your pocket any way, 

my money and

the money of millions of people like me.

BHANDRA:

Oh! there are millions of call girls like you out there?

MONOOSHA:

Don't fuck with me Mr, You know what I mean

now open your God damned wallet

and give me my share.

BHANDRA:

Your share?

You are not in my office as my hedge fund assistant

You are just a call girl and bony call girl on top of that 

and so far you have not done nothing to me, 

you haven't even touch my penis yet,

You are not getting a penny.

MONOOSHA: (Furious)

Oh! yes, you fuck, oh! yes.

I am going to use my bony ribs and my bony elbows

 and my bony legs and my bony ass to kick you into a purple pulp, 

yo fuck, you mother fucker...

Where is your fucking wallet?

Where is your fucking wallet? (She is screaming)

BHANDRA:

Don't scream so loud, some one will hear you. 

 I have a reputation in this town.

MONOOSHA;

Yes, I know you have a reputation that your penis doesn't rise and women like me have to wait all night to get their money waiting for your mother fucker penis to raise its head...but I am not one of those suckers, those martyrs from South East Asia and Russia, I am born and bread in here, in here in the United States of America and you don't know what I can do to you...you fuck. 

(She leaps at him like a tiger, they struggle for a while, she finds his wallet in his pocket, takes the money, and starts to leave)

BHANDRA:

At least suck my penis once, at least once, suck my penis before you go so I can feel that I got some thing out of it. Suck my penis, please suck my penis, I am a big boss, every employ of mine in my office would suck my penis if I asked them and even if I didn't ask them, but I have a reputation in this town, please suck my penis...

MONOOSH:

Go suck your penis yourself.

BHANDRA:

No I can't. I am too fat. And even if I was thin like you I won't be able to suck my own penis.

If that was the case we men, we rich men in the finance business will save lots of our money.

if we could only suck our own penises...but we can't...I am sure no one can suck his own penis...that's why we pay you so much money...you took a hell of a lot of money out of my wallet now suck my penis before you leave.

MONOOSH:

Go home, ask your wife to suck your limp penis.

 I have high standards. 

 The penis I suck is very

lean, hungry, tall, erect and agile. 

 Your penis is an insult to manhood. 

 Your penis is an insult to humanity.

Go ask your wife to suck your flabby penis.

BHANDRA:

A wife never suck a penis especially a fat wife. 

 I have a fat wife. A very fat wife. A very very fat wife.

MONOOSH:

Oh! go fuck yourself and go fuck your wife.

BHANDRA:

My wife and I don't fuck. 

 We are both too fat to fuck each other. 

 That's the reason I have bony call girls.

MONOOSH:

(As she is leaving)

Hey listen, Mr, hedge fund manger, 

Do anything and everything possible within your reach to get your penis up and standing for at least half an hour...That's how much time I need to suck any penis...I am an expert in sucking a thick, juicy, steely and hard penis.

Get that done and then call me...

By the way my fee is hundred thousand dollars per sucking...

I charged you less

because I am a fair human being....

I knew the moment I heard about your profession, the situation of our penis.

I have been with the likes of you.  Always like a pulp made of avocado...

with sour cream on it...

and sour cream is not my cup of tea.

I like home made fresh cream with English scones for breakfast after...

 Aftre the other delicious cream made by a man.

A man.

I say.

A man. 

 And you are not a man. 

 Good night.

(She leaves)

LIGHTS FADE

THE END

THEMES

Themes

Thoughts

Notes

Fragments

Yes, fragments

That's a good title

Fragments...

Fragments of a thought.

Fragments of thoughts

Fragments of many thoughts

That's all I have

That's all I seem to have

Fragments of thoughts

Thoughts fragmented

Disconnected thoughts

Thoughts not coherent

Fragmented...Boken.

Thoughts, so many thoughts

Not connected

Fragmented

Broken into many other thoughts

Thoughts scattered

Fragmented

Not cohesive

Broken into fragments

Broken rhythms of thoughts

Un-ending broken, fragmented thoughts

Thoughts?

Nevertheless, many thoughts

Every second another fragment of a thought

What can be made of the broken fragmented thoughts?

A poem?

A play?

A novel?

An essay?

A memoir?

A lecture?

A talk?

A Novella?

An epic poem?

Nothing?

None of the above

Why not?

Too fragmented

Not connected

No narrative

No thread

No connection with the previous thought

No relationship of any kind

Just thoughts

Too fragmented

Too many thoughts

Too many thoughts

What should I do with all these broken thoughts?

All these fragments of thoughts?

NOTES

Jotting down

Notes

Observations

Hints

Clues

Memos

Dinner table conversations

Snatches of talk overheard in the streets

On a passing day...

On a passing day at work

A full account of an episode

Or just one word...

LIFE AND ITS LONELINESS

For your own peace of mind

You have to resign

Resign to the shit

You can't win

Let them win

Tha'ts your peace of mind

Their winning is your own comfort

Comfort of your mind

They won't leave you alone otherwise

Let them win

And then

Resign to their winning

KEEP A LID

Keep a lid on combustible dynamics of your nature.

Just bite your tongue

Keep biting it

Till it bleeds...

Then spit out the blood

It might splash on others

They will be angry at you

But they will be angry at you any way

Whether you bark

Or bite your tongue

They will be angry at you

Whether you spit blood or not

They will be angry

But just bite your tongue

Keep a lid on your expression, emotions, anger, laughter,

happiness, unhappiness, rage.

Keep a lid

Its a free democracy

Freedom of expression

Don't say anything

They will be mad at you.

OBSERVATIONS OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE ABOUT OTHER UNHAPPY PEOPLE

AT HIGH LINE ONE SUNDAY AFTERNOON

1: "OH! THOSE ARE STRAGE LOOKING PEOPLE.

2:"HE IS AN UNHAPPY REPUBLICAN"

3:THEY ARE UGLY, BUT I AM SURE THEY F**K

EVERY UGLY COUPLE F**K A LOT."

4: THERE, THERE, BUNCH OF STRAIGHT,

UNHAPPY AGITATED NEUROTICS"

5:NOT SO UGLY, NOT SO ILL DRESSED EITHER.

WHAT A SURPRISE!"

6:UGLY. HORRIBLE CLOTHES"

7:UGLY,  ILL DRESSED, UNHAPPY"

8:UGLY, ILL DRESSED, FAT."

9:BUNCH OF LESBIANS."

10: FUNDAMENTALIST REPUBLICANS TAKING A WALK WITH FUNDAMENTALIST

MUSLIM WOMEN WITH THEIR HEAD COVERED WITH SCARVES, ALL UGLY,

ALL ILL DRESSED, ALL FAT"

11: NOT SO UGLY BUT UGLY ENOUGH"

12: IN BETWEEN UGLY AND NOT SO UGLY BUT UGLY ENOUGH"

13:ILL DRESSED, UNHAPPY"

14: PURPOSELESS WANDERINGS IN SEAR SUCKERS"

15: ALL UGLY, JCREW, ILL FITTING, FAT SHOWING"

16: UGLY FAT KIDS DOING HIP HOPP, CURSING"

17: UGLY,YGLY, UGLY HOUSE WIVES TAKING A STROLL IN A BARREN PARK

FEELING SO GOOD ABOUT THEMSELVES"

18: CHILDREN AND DOGS ALL UGLY"

19:AFRICAN MAIDS WITH STROLLERS FULL OF WHITE CHILDREN"

20: AFRICAN MAIDS WITH WHITE CHILDREN ON THE CELL PHONE

KIDS CRYING AND HOWLING"

21: HE IS UGLY, SHE IS IN BETWEEN"

22: MAKING THE OLD LADY SUFFER BRINGING HER UP FOR WHAT? BURNT UGLY

BUSHES"

23:IN BETWEEN UGLY AND NOT SO UGLY. SLIGHTLY BETTER THAN ALL THE OTHER

UGLY PEOPLE AND UGLY DOGS AND UGLY CLUSTERS OF BURNT OUT BUSHES AND NO GRASS AND AWFUL VIEW OF DOWNTRODDEN APTS WITH GLASS HIGH RISES

AND UGLY PEOPLE DRINKING STARBUCK'S TASTELESS COFFEE, CHATTING AWAY ON THEIR iPHONES MADE BY CHINESE SLAVES WHO GOT THEIR HANDS MANGLED FOR A FEW PENNIES AFTER WORKING FOR 14 HOURS A DAY SO THE UGLY PEOPLE ON THIS UGLY PLANET ON THIS UGLY HIGH LINE CAN CHAT AWAY BUMPING INTO EVERYONE'S SHOULDERS AND TAKING PEOPLE'S EYES OUT OF THERE SOCKETS BY THEIR IMMENSE BACK PACKS. UGLY HIGH LINE IS FULL OF UGLY, UNHAPPY, FAT, ILL DRESSED PEOPLE OF ALL COLORS, ALL GENDERS, GAY AND STRAIGHT, DEMOCRATES AND REPUBLICANS, TEA PARTY AND SARAH PALIN TYPES AND THEIR DOGS, YES DOGS, UGLY, UGLY DOGS AND UGLY US WATCHING UGLY OTHERS. FAT US WATCHING OTHER FAT ASSESS ON THIS UGLY HIGH LINE. SO MUCH UGLINESS, SO MUCH, UNHAPPINESS, SO MANY ILL DRESSED PEOPLE, SO MANY STROLLERS, SO MANY CHILDREN, SO MANY AFRICAN MAIDS, SO MANY UGLY BUILDINGS SURROUNDING THE UGLY SO CALLED PARK.   SO MANY OF US, SO UNHAPPY, SO FAT, SO UGLY, AND YES DRINKING STARBUCK COFFEE AND SO MANY DOGS, ALL UGLY DOGS IN ONE SPOT FOR A SUNDAY AFTERNOON STROLL. UN BELIEVABLE COLLECTION OF UGLINESS, UNHAPPINESS AND BAD CLOTHES IN ONE SPOT IN ONE AFTERNOON. WE ARE SO UGLY, SO UNHAPPY, SO FAT ON THE CELL PHONES BUMPING INTO OTHER UNHAPPY, ILL DRESSED, UGLY PEOPLE AT THIS UGLY SPOT CALLED, HIGHLINE. UGLY, UGLY, UGLY

SUNDAY AFTERNOON FULL OF US, THE FAT,  THE UGLY,  THE ILL DRESSED PEOPLE. ALL OF US UGLY PEOPLE ARE HAVING A WONDERFUL SUNDAY AFTERNOON."

IN THE HOTEL ROOM

A

PLAY

BY

BINA SHARIF

copyright:binasharif2011

MARA,MARA:

(Very excited)

So tell me again,

What can happen in the hotel room?

BUMBA,BUMBA:

What can happen? (laughs heartily)

MARA,MARA

Yes, what can?

BUMBA, BUMBA

Sex

Corruption

Adultery

Murder

Drugs

Weapons

Food

Eroticism

Sex again

Another murder

Oral sex

Oral rape

Oral rape in the bathroom

Oral sex in the hallway

Sex proper in the bed room

MARA,MARA:

What's sex proper?

BUMBA,BUMBA:

All of the above

MARA,MARA:

Go on...

BUMBA,BUMBA:

Naked orgies

$3000 per night orgy

Naked fat hedge fund people fornicate

Cleaning ladies saying to them,  Don't touch me, don't touch me.

Financiers naked penis dangling in-front of the cleaning lady...

Financier wants truffles and oral sex together.

Martini

Some more rape

Consensual

MARA MARA:

What does that mean?

BUMBA, BUMBA:

Agreement between the two parties having oral rape and oral sex...

MAR,MARA:

Oral agreement or written agreement?

BUMBA,BUMBA:

Agreement over what?

MARA, MARA:

Agreement over oral rape or oral sex or agreement over anal rape?

BUMBA, NUMBA:

It depends what kind of mood the hedge fund penis is in

MARA, MARA:

Oh! I see. Must have an expensive mood

BUMBA, BUMBA:

But of course. I will come back to it. I have to take a shower.

MARA, MARA:

Why?

BUMBA, BUMBA:

In case...in case of what?

In case of what?

MARA, MARA:

In case...

(Mara Mara, gets up and go to the bathroom

we hear the water running.

lights fade

End of scene.

"TIGER,TIGER WHERE ARE YOU?

I AM WAITING FOR YOU TO TAKE

ME TO THE ZOO..."

OR

"THE ZOO."

A NEW PLAY

BY

BINA SHARIF

copyright:binaSharif:2011

CHARACTERS:

AKIM

BOUCHA..........(people of the planet in any space)

AKIM

THE TIGER, THE TIGER, THE TIGER...

(Akim runs around, huffing and puffing)

BUSCHA:

WHICH TIGER?

AKIM:

A TIGER...

BUSCHA:

THERE ARE SO MANY TIGERS, SAUDI TIGERS, YEMNI TIGERS,

BAHRENI TIGERS, SYRIAN TIGERS, LIBYIAN TIGERS, PAKISTANI TIGERS,

AFGHANI TIGERS, BENGALI TIGERS...

AKIM:

NOT THE BENGALI TIGERS, THAT'S IN USA....

BUSCHA:

USA?

AKIM

YES, USA

BUSCHA:

WHAT'S USA?

AKIM:

USA IS BROADWAY.  BENGALI TIGER IS ON BROADWAY.

BENGALI TIGER IS PRIVALLEGED.  BENGALI TIGER IS NOT

A TERRORIST. 

 BENGALI TIGER IS SECULAR, DEMOCRATICALLY

ELECTED, 

LIBERAL ENTERTAINMENT ORIENTED TIGER...

BUSCH:

AND SAUDI TIGER?

AKIM:

SAUDI TIGER IS WRAPPED UP IN A BLANKET WITH A REMOTE CONTROL

AND AN OLD TV SET,  SURFING THE CHANNELS IN A CITY AND COUNTRY WHERE

ELECTRICITY GOES OUT FOR MANY,  MANY HOURS IN A DAY AND EVERYTHING

ROTS IN EXTREME HOT WEATHER, 

PEOPLE, ANIMALS, YOGURT, MILK, CHEESE,

LAMB, CHICKEN, PESHWARI KEBOBS, LAMB TIKKA, TANDOORI BAKED NANS,

EVERYTHING BECOM ROTTON AND FUNGUS RIDDEN BLACK WITH THE FAILURE

OF ELECTRICITY.

BUT THE SAUDI TIGER KEEPS WATCHING TV.

BUSCHA?

SO, HOW COME THE SAUDI TIGER KEPT WATCHING ON THAT OLD, OLD, OLD, OLD, OLD,

 OLD, OLD NON FUNCTIONING TV SET?

AKIM:

SAUDI TIGER IS SPECIAL. 

 HE WAS GIVEN HIS PRIVATE GENERATOR TO WATCH

HIMSELF ON TV, WRAPPED UP IN A LICE RIDDEN, INFECTED BLANKET IN A

DEPRESSING LITTLE ROOM LOOKING OLDER THAN DEATH...

BUSCHA:

HOW DID HE PLAN FROM THAT LICE RIDDEN BLANKET AND THE ROOM COVERED IN

 BUG BITES? 

 HE MANGED TO ATTACK ALL THE SUPER POWERS FROM THAT ROOM WRAPPED UP IN A

 BLANKET? 

 WHAT A SAUDI TIGER HE WAS!  HIS LICE WENT TO LONDON,  BARCELLONA,  GERMANY,

 HOLLAND,  FRANCE?

AKIM:

HE HAD SPECIAL POWERS FROM GOD SINCE HE WAS A TIGER AND HE WAS IN A ZOO

BUSCH:

HE WAS IN A ZOO? 

 I DIDN'T KNOW THAT. 

 WHICH ZOO?

AKIM:

THE ZOO, THE BIG ZOO, THE BIGGEST ZOO. ITS CALLED THE WORLD.

BUSCH:

WE ARE IN THE SAME WORLD. 

 IS OUR WORLD A ZOO ALSO?

AKIM:

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

DON'T BE SO NAIVE. WE ARE ALL IN A ZOO.

BUSCH:

WHAT ARE WE PLANNING? 

 WE SHOULD PLAN SOMETHING TOO.

AFTER ALL WE ARE ALL TIGERS IN A ZOO.

AKIM:

WE ARE PLANNING SHIT.

BUSCH:

WE ARE PLANNING TO SHIT?

AKIM:

WE ARE PLANNING SHIT AND WE ARE NOT EVEN SHITTING.

BUSCH:

WHY NOT?

IF WE ARE PLANNING TO SHIT, WHY ARE WE NOT SHITTING?

AKIM:

BECAUSE WE ARE LOSER TIGERS WHO CAN'T EVEN SHIT WHEN THEY PLAN TO SHIT...

BUSCH:

THATS PATHETIC

AKIM:

THATS CORRECT. 

 WE ARE PATHETIC TIGERS IN A PATHETIC WORLD CALLED,  A ZOO,

A SHITTING AND PISSING ZOO...

WE ARE TIGERS WHO HAVE LOST IT.

LOST THE WILL TO FIGHT. 

 HOW CAN WE FIGHT?

WE CAN'T EVEN TAKE A SHIT WHEN ITS NECESSARY...

BUSCH:

THATS SAD. SAD, SAD, SAD, SAD, SAD, SAD, SAD.

ONCE WE WERE TIGERS AND NOW WE ARE IN A ZOO BEHIND A FENCE TRYING TO

TAKE A SHIT AND CAN'T

SO, SAD,  SO, SAD

AKIM:

YES, SAD, SAD, SAD.

I AM A LOST SAD TIGER FULL OF SHIT.

BUSCH:

ME TOO. ME TOO. I AM A SAD, SAD, SAD TIGER, A SAD TIGER, A VERY SAD TIGER

WHO IS FULL OF SHIT AS WELL.

END OF PLAY

NOTHING

Nothing to say

Nothing to write

Nothing of Importance

You have a new idea already?

How come?

Don't believe it.

You have nothing to say

Nothing to write

Nothing of Importance

Now sit down and write it

Write what?

Nothing

Write nothing

Say nothing

Nothing of Importance

That play will be of enormous success

Just be prolific

Like all of them

All of them

Who have nothing to say

Nothing to write

Nothing of importance

Now begin writing

Now you have the successful play

In your head

Now write

Don't delay it

You will lose the though

The thought of nothing

Call the play,

"THE THOUGHT OF NOTHING."

See now you even have a title of the successful play

The one you are going to write

The play of nothing

The play of nothingness...

Nothing is just nothing

The nothing make it into nothingness

The play of nothingness is famous...

Don't try to write a great play

You will fail at the effort

There is no great play

Not right now

The great authors are all dead

The living?

Have nothing to say

Nothing to write

Nothing of importance

Live...

Live amongst the living

Write that play which will

be cherished...

Have nothing to say:  Act one

Have nothing to write:  Act two

Have nothing of Importance:  Act three

You have a three act play

Now begin...

Write that play

The one every one is writing

Everyone successful I mean....

Be in good company of higher importance...

Call yourself prolific....

Be hyperprolific

Prolific? Yeh, Yeh...

Now write that play

There is nothing to it...

Just put the ordinary words down

Check the grammar

Put it into PDF file

Send it to the publisher

Get it published

Get it produced

Get it reviewed

No, not by that important one...

He is opening a Yogurt shop in long Island

Get it reviewed by the other important one...

But get started

Write it first...

Begin

Don't delay

Begin now

And soon you will have a play

Of

Nothing

Nothing to say

Nothing to write

Nothing of Importance

Like all the rest

A play of nothing

A very successful play

Like all the other successful plays

Of

Nothing

By all of them

All

Those nothings...

Copyright it and travel with it

All over the World

All over the World

See I took you all around the world with your play

After all I am not your enemy like everyone else

I am your friend

Trust me

Trust me only

I am you

Write that play

The play of no meaning

The play of nothing

I am with you all the way

I am your support

I always will

I am you

We are nothing without each other

Lets begin

Lets write that play

The play pf

Nothing...

"TITLES OF FUTURE PLAYS"

--------------------------------------

"FESTIVAL OF FRUSTRATIONS"

"A COLLECTIVE VENTING SESSION"

"A COLLECTION OF VENTING PROSE POEMS"

"VENTING NARRATIVE"

"A NARRATIVE OF PERSONAL DISCONTENT"

"You will always be haunted by your own conscience

and stalked by its foul unresolved crimes un-till they are

burnt and purged away?"

"BRILLIANT"

"AUDACIOUS"

"VOLATILE"

"PARANOID"

"NARCISSISTIC"

"RUTHLESS"

"DEEPLY UNHAPPY"

"Lust for glory"

"Lust for conquest"

Lust for women"

'Lust for gold"

"I HAVE WORN OUT MY NERVES"

"FLAWED CONSTITUTION"

"WHITE MAN'S GIRL FRIEND AND HER SON"

A beautiful, frail looking and jet black woman with a robust

white man who is holding her so close to his chest (heart)

while her son was fiddling with the guitar in a cafe...

It was wonderful to watch this happy trio...

"INSTABILITY OF TEMPERAMENT"

"Men who work hard writing verse and there is no

mental toil comparable to it, can't indulge in drink or opium

without inevitable collapse"

"Love

Care

Money

Emotions

Time

Energy

Passion

Concern

Respect

Regard

Caring

All of the above...

Wasted...

Brings no reward

No matter what

Especially when spent on

Un grateful people...

"THE GREAT MODERN NEUROSIS CALLED COMMERCE?"

"Not allowed to lose temper...

Show worry...

Discuss any kind of financial or emotional

Problems

Because all others take it personally....

I have to fake happiness, generosity

Lack of worry

And my unhappiness lasts all day long.

"THIS POET OF THE IDEAL SPLEEN, MUSIC

AND PERFUME." CB

"THE FIRST OF THE MODERNS AND THE LAST

OF THE ROMANTICS WAS THE MANY SIDED

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE"

"IN ART DEMOCRAT IS ALWAYS REACTIONARY" George Moore

"FIGHT WITH THE PEN

---------------------------------

GATHER YOUR COURAGE AND STRENGTH

-------------------------------------------------------------

AND DESIRE IN-SPITE OF YOUR MISTAKES" BS

------------------------------------------------------------

"INTENSE, UN-STABLE TEMPERAMENT"

"PSEUDO-HUMANITARIANISM

PSEUDO DEMOCRACY?"

"SUBTLETY, FORCE, DISQUIETING,

NERVOUS, VIBRATING QUALITIES IN HIS POETRY." About Baudelaire

"Large in heart and brain....

Disordered symphony of poets life

A rare and unknown being, a genuine poet."

"In the midst of things which has distorted his spirit."

"Strains of metaphysical and sinister

and super-subtle are to be discovered

in him."

"The disharmony of brain and body,

The spirtual bilocation." About Baudelaire

"OH! LORD GOD!

GIVE ME THE FORCE AND COURAGE

TO CONTEMPLATE MY HEART AND

MY BODY WITHOUT DISGUST." BAUDELAIRE

"Miasma of the spirit" ?

"Great nocturnal silence of the soul"

'He never reached peace on the heights"

'CEMETRY OF SEVEN SORROWS." A TITLE

"Detest the presentation of a failure.

It was pathetic, undignified and

shameful.

Presentation became the reality and

now can't be shaken for a long time...

A horrible experience." BS

"GO TAKE A DRAWING CLASS.

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

ENOUGH OF AMATUR STIRRINGS."

WHERE IS THE GOD DAMNED PLAY?

Yes, where is it?

What?

The play

Its here

Where?

Here

I said, where?

Here, in my pocket

Your pocket?

Yes, my pocket

Which pocket?

My pocket

Which one?

Right pocket

You have no right side pocket

It must be in the other pocket then

Which pocket?

The left side then

There is no pocket on the right side either

Then it must be in my purse

Your purse?

Yes

It fits in your purse?

Why not?

Your purse is so tiny

How do you know?

Your purse is tiny

Its inside my purse

I can't find it

You are not looking

The purse is tiny

But the play is inside

It can't be?

Why not

The purse is so tiny

You are so negative

I am not, your purse is so small, it can't have a full length

play in it

Who said its full length

Usually the plays are full length

Who said so?

Every one says that

Who is every one?

Everyone

Every one means no one

Well...

Well what?

Well, the plays which are produced are usually full length

Who said my play is going to be produced

But plays are written to be produced, arn't they not?

Not my plays

So why do you write them?

To keep them in my purse

But your purse is so small

We are back to number one...the purse is small...the purse is small...

I don't care how small my purse is, my play is in my purse...

Your play must be small then...

Plays are of all sizes, big plays, small plays, musicals, comedies, tragedies

But how small can it be?

It can be one act, ten minutes, one minute, one page play, one line play

Who produces such plays?

Producers

Your's will be produced?

Mine?

Yes, your play

Which play?

Your play, the one in your right pocket

I don't have a play in my right pocket

Then it must be in your left pocket

I don't have a left pocket either

Then it must be in your purse

What purse?

Your purse

I am not carrying a purse

You said that your play is in your purse

Yes, I siad that, but where is the purse?

I don't know, its your purse

But you said that my play is in my purse

No, its you who said that your play is in your purse, in your tiny purse

How could I say that my play is in my purse when I don't even have a purse

Yes, I don't see any purse but you did say that your play is in your purse

It makes no sense, i am not carrying a purse so how could I have my play in my purse?

I don't know, you said that, You said that your play is in your purse

You believe everything people say

Well...why not?

So where is the play?

I don't know it must be in your pocket

I don;t have any pocket

So it must be in your purse

But I don't have a purse

So where is your play?

What play?

Your play

I don't have a play and why should I have a play?

 And even if I had a play why would I be carrying it in my pocket or in my purse?

I don't know, its you who said that

Said what?

You said that your play is in your pocket

That's silly, the play can't be in a pocket which doesn't exist

So its in your purse then

I don't have a purse

So where is the play?

Which play?

Your play?

My play?

Yes, your play

Why would I have a play on me while I am going shopping?

So you must have left it at home

Left what at home? 

You must have left your play at home

Which play?

Your play?

My play?

Yes, your play

But why would I have a play in my possession?

Because its your play

Who told you that?

You told me

I told you what?

You told me that your play is in your pocket

I think your head is in your pocket

What?

Your head

What's wrong with my head?

You are losing it

How?

Keep talking about your play

My play?

Yes, your play, where is it?

What?

Your play, where is it? 

Is it in your house or in your pocket or in your purse?

What play?

The play...your play damn it...where is your God damned play?

Don't damn God damn, the tea party people won't like it

They won't like your play either

I know

So you do have a play?

Look around

Where?

In the tea pot of the tea party

Is it a Republican play?

There is no Republican play.

The democratic liberal critic won't review it

But you are a democrat

Who told you that?

You are a democrat...

Who told you that?

You

I told you?

Yes, You told me that you are a democrat and you have a play in your pocket

I don't have a pocket and I am not a democrat either

Who is a democrat then?

Obama

And who has the play

He does

Who?

Obama has a play in his pocket?

Your play is in Obama's pocket ?

My play is in Obama's pocket...that's some God damned play

went so far without being produced

The production of your play is in Obam's hands

Its getting more difficult than ever...

First I have a play which is missing, 

Now its gone to Obama's pocket 

And very soon it will be in Mitchell Obama's purse, 

the play is playing havoc in my life

Now my life and my play is in Obama's hands

God damned that play...

Obama is not going to like my play at all

Why?

She asks me why?

 How do I know, but I do know that he is not going to like my play

So what about his wife?

Who?

His wife, Mitchell obama?

She is not a producer, she is in the vegetable garden

So what are you going to do?

Do what?

How are you going to get your play produced?

What play?

Your play

My play?

Yes, your play

Where is your the god damned play?

Why would I have a play?

I am not a playwright

I thought you had a play

where?

In your pocket

Who said that?

You

I said that?

Yes, you...you said that your play is in your left pocket or,

in your right pocket, or, in your purse...

 Don't listen to any thing any one says...trust me...its all talk, just talk

talk, talk, talk, there is no god damned play but everyone is acting in it...

Every one is an actor in that god damned play

Which is in no pocket and in no purse, 

Its like the money which is neither in my pocket

 Or in my purse or in your pocket or your purse

We are all unemployed actors looking for a play to be in.

but there is no god damned play...

But you said that you have a play

where is that damned play?

I want to know where that play is?

The play you own...

I own a play? That's incredible

This you are crazy, totally bonkers...

Do you always dream about things which don't exist?

END OF PLAY

PROSE POEMS

"A COLLECTION OF POETIC PROSE"

"Musical, without rhythm and without rhyme,

supple enough and rugged enough to adapt itself to the lyrical

impulses of the soul, the undulations of reverie, the jibes of

conscious." Charles Boudelaire

PHILOSOPHY OF EXISTENCE

"Beyond the realm of becoming"

"You can't, absolutely can't understand

the world rationally and one can't understand people

rationally"

"Ah...Must one eternally suffer?" CB

"Artist is always being overcome" BS

"Pay no attention to the elegant wags

and continue to trot zealously along." CB

"Perfumes of desire and regret."

"This filthy hole-this abode

of eternal boredom is truly mine"

"Look at the stupid, dusty, dilapidated

furniture, the sad windows where

rain has traced furrows through the dust,

manuscripts covered with erasures or un-finished-

the calendar where a pencil has marked all the direst dates!" Charles Boudelaire

'The rancid smell of desolation."

"The entire retinue of memories, regrets, spasms, fears, agonies, nightmares,

nerves, rages have returned."

"I am life-

Implacable,

Inexplicable terror."

'Street slave-be damned

and live."

"They must be going somewhere-

since they were impelled by an

irrisistible urge to go on."

'Condemned to hope forever."

"I need Irrisistible Indifference"

"Delicate perfumes infuriate the public

but carefully selected garbage-pleases them."

"The tyrnny of the human face has disappeared

and now there will be no one but myself to make me suffer."

"Dissatisfied with everything and dissatisfied

with myself."

"Grant me that-

I am not inferior to those whom

I despise." Charles Boudelaire

FATE

Describe your fate as the poet would

The only difference is that its your fate

And you are the poet

Thats the new project

And it will be an epic....

Because fate is a long unending process

Especially when fate dominates the poets poetry

And when poets poetry becomes the fate of the poet.

RESISTANCE

There will be sun

On another day

Then you will sit

With bare arms

And bare legs

And will look golden

Like you used to look

Before you gave up on your life

In one fraction of a second

You can reduce all your accomplishments

To dust

They are the most powerful

With influence

So immense that it travels

With the speed of light

From millions of miles

Away and the most destructive

Failure sets in...

No matter how it needs to be

Shaken

It just stays there

Unshaken like a marble

Rock

Of resistance...

ABSURD

Its absurd how people talk about

A particular story which in its real

Hidden truth, (which no one knows

except the devil) is so totally absurd.

Its absurd how people listen to that

Story with hard core conviction

Its absurd how people have no other

Point of view about the story which

Might not be anywhere near  the truth.

It's absurd how people never question

Any absurdities of this absurdly false

And fake story and than repeat it

Often...

"SAUDI TIGER IN PAKISTAN ZOO"

ONE ACT PLAY

BY

BINA SHARIF

Copyright:binasharif:2011

PARIS

If Paris was next door

I will go there

But only New Jersey is next door...

  If Barcelona was next door.

I will go there.

But only Yonkers is next door...

If Marakesh was next door.

I will go there...

But only Westchester is next door...

Limited horizons

Because life is boring without you...

F**k people...

All people?

Some people

Which people

Them people

Which people?

You know which people

Which people?

Them people

Which people?

You know which people?

You know which people

People?

Yes,

People...

All people?

Ok-go ahead

F**k all people...

Artifice and calculation....

most of the people do that

Writers, artists all do that

All of them who make money...

COPYRIGHT

"We never tell any one about Ideas....

If we do...If we tell, then we never do it...

One must copyright the Idea before we do it

CAN WE COPYRIGHT AN IDEA?

Every one steals unless you find out

and even then you can't do anything about it unless

you take them to court and win...

And how many people can take any one to court.?"

"An Inspired being ...A SURREALIST."

"He prides himself on that for which he is least responsible."

CHAT AWAY

"You chat away as much as you want,

 as much as you can and I will write it

all down-

how about that?

'THE POET LABORS HERE

THE POET LABORS THERE"

THAT SOMETHING IS NOTHING

What are you doing?

Nothing

Nothing?

Something...

That something is nothing.

'I like nothing"

"Great, you have achieved it."

"Ignore yourself and don't be so limited

in your thought. 

Open up your horizons

and go beyond."

"Every man is a poet who ignores himself,

and he has only to turn from his limited horizon

for enhancements far surpassing it to open up for him."

BETTER LIVING

NUTRITION

No processed food

No white bread

No pasta

No sweets

Less coffee

Less eggs

Green tea

Herbal tea

No fat

No fat in dairy

Less cheese

No red meat

Cut out wine

Lots of water

Steamed, grilled fish

Lots of vegetables

Lots of green

Lots of fruits

Exercise

Walk, gym, yoga, weights.

Become oblivious to the obstacles,

all kinds of obstacles put in your path

by whatever and whoever.

Go beyond ordinary people,

ordinary pressures, ordinary problems.

Everything which is capable of bothering you

has to be completely special and extra ordinary.

Tell yourself that,"He is not extraordinary to bother me."

Tell yourself that,"She is not extraordinary to bother me."

Tell yourself that,"Its not extraordinary enough to bother me."

"Ordinary things and ordinary people can't bother me."

"MAKE SURE WHAT YOU DEVOTE YOUR TIME

AND ENERGY TO IS SOMETHING THAT IS WORTHY OF YOUR REMARKABLE

TALENTS."

DOMINATION

You wanted some one with passive and receptive role

Which I out of love for you somehow assumed

But you got too used to it,

Making vibes with your ever dominating personality

And me trying and trying to accommodate your

dominant instinct out of love for friendship.

I some times let go of my annoyances and tolerated

your snapping...

If you didn't like a word or a sentence, uttered innocently

I could have and now I think I should have walked out on that Imbalanced

friendship long time ago,I should have said,"Hey listen, you the obedient friend,

You have some deep problems. Try to correct them. You are too passive

and have been too passive with people for a long time and then you explode

like a pressure cooker...You feel obligated for some reason by things and people

You actually fear people. Thats it. You have tremendous fear of people.

You are too afraid that you might annoy them. But all those people

You are afraid of are ass holes."

'You wasted your life on ass holes. Fuck them." 'Speak up for your self.

Stand up for your self."They have no right on you. You are not obligated to any thing

or any one.

Walk with your head up high and don't be with low lives.

Don't waste your priceless time on some one who is not worth of your ability, talent,

dignity and education, Fuck their money.

Fuck their success.

Stop being impressed by ass holes.

Stop spending time with ass holes.

Stop, just stop...I said, STOP."

I AM

I am fed up with you

I am bored with you

I am bored with your whims and ever changing

Un sophisticated moods and tantrums.

Don't want to be at the mercy of your out bursts

Of un-predictable behavior

I myself have all of that already

I need to deal and absorb my own moods

And whims.

I don't have the energy. emotions, time to deal with you.

You and your ever changing behavior.

I am not a psychiatrist or a therapist.

I am a person with limited patience and limited time.

I need to pay attention to my own whims and neurosis.

I want to be alone.

I want to be only by myself.

WHAT A WASTE!

For many years now I wanted to extricate

My self from him...

Should have done it

Waited too long...

Do it with the other one now

Its your chance

Listen to your inside

Your instincts...

Always

Your own instincts are your advisor

Your consultants

Your lawyer

Your lover

Your companion

Your well wisher

And your friend

Don't ignore all these wonderful helpers by ignoring

Your instincts...

Please do listen to me

Its already so late...

I am your therapist

A private therapist

You don't know how lucky you are?

How many people can have a private therapist at their disposal?

And you are a chronic patient

You need one, 24/7

DO IT

Finish the story

Finish the Un-finished story

Even if there is no end to the story---

End it.

DO IT

You can do it

Remember?

You said,

"You are going to do the show"

And you did it

Say that....

Say that you are going to do it

And you will do it......

After that there is nothing more

The story is finished once and for all.

CAN YOU IMAGINE

He should be alone,

Away from all those power control freaks,

Those pseudo important

People...

Just remove himself from those people

That's his only treatment...

Those people are poison which sweeps through his pores

When he is with them,  that poison makes him sicker

After every meeting...

That person's pores are super-powerful

And absorbs and absorbs and absorbs

Nothing else but poison because those people

Those self empowering, control freaks, have

Nothing else to offer but poison  and control, of course...

That person will be lonely in life

 but its better to be

Lonely than being poisoned. 

 Isn't it?

Be lonely sweetheart, be lonely...

Read a book in your loneliness...

Go for a walk in your loneliness...

Write something in your loneliness...

If you can't write, just think...

If you can't think Just be quiet...

Be silent.

Silence is beautiful

Be silent by yourself

Remember, Shakespeare said,

"And the rest is silence."

Poison, is not a perfume...

Its people.

Remember Kirkegard?

He said, "There are two kinds of people

Avoid both of them."

CAN YOU IMAGINE?

The y all had me around to increase their own pleasure

They couldn't careless about me.

They didn't want to do much for me.

They had me around to have power.

"Hey honey, you an Idiot of a honey." 'Listen"

Even if a certain human being is not so powerful

Or successful or rich...

Its still good to have him around to exert control...

Psychologically its crucial to have a subservient, polite,

agreeable person around...

.

But that person is the idiot who doesn't get it and doesn't remove

himself from certain circumstances and stays in the oppressive

atmosphere. That person is more to blame.

Have you heard of a personality with no confidence,

Inferiority complex and hyping other un-important ass holes...

If that subservient person by some inborn flaw of nature

and personality can't exert control over his own time, circumstances, his own advantages

because he can't assert himself with some kind of logical fear of annoying his dear ones, 

dear ones?

What a joke?

That is for sure a joke.

They are all laughing at your joke

You are the joke, darling, you are the joke.

TWO HOURS OF COMPLAINTS

People

People

People

Friends

Friends

Friends

Religions

Wars

Celebrities

Food

Entertainment

Success

Failure

Money

Poverty

Travel

Lack of it

Doctors

Drugs

Organic

VS

Non organic food

Farm fish

VS

Wild fish

Cafes

Cold coffee

Crowds

Snow

Winter

Earthquakes

Fundamentalists

Democracy

Education

Lack of education

Disability

Tricks

Lies

Thin woman

VS

Fat woman

Young woman

VS

Old women

Relations

Strangers

Foreigners

Natives

Beaches

Deserts

Mountains

Cities

Villages

Gym

Jogging

Injury

Books

Newspapers

Internet

Computers

Cell phones

I pads, I pods

You tube

Apple macintosh

Starbucks

Greed

Business men

VS

Artists

Sold out artist

VS

Proud stupid artist

Sleep

Lack of it

Insomnia

Insomnia

Insomnia

What to eat?

What to eat?

What to eat?

How to relax

Shopping

Stores

Fat

Fat

Fat

HOW TO LIVE

HOW TO LIVE

HOW TO LIVE.

PROVOCATION

Provoke

Provoke ideas

Read

find

Absorb

Think

Write

Walk

Exercise

Eat

Eat well

Vitamins

Travel

Alone

Be alone

Distance from people

Avoid calmly

Politely

Scholar

Expert

Consultant

Free loader

Get excited

Decide to have a good time

A great time for a month...

Enjoy,

Rainy days in rainy forests

INTELLECTS INTERNAL ACTIVITIES OF A RAMBLER

I am a child

I think like a child

I write like a child

I draw like a child

I scribble like a child

I ramble like a child

I am a child rambler

AUTOMATIC

Automatic writing

Automatic texts

Rebirth of love, lies, truth, falsehood, beauty, desperation...

IDEAL

Pursuit of the ideal might be a total waste of time and perhaps

its even for the idealist

 but when people with material appetites

 completely disregard other people' time

 vs their moneys, that is quiet disrespectful.

Time has no price on it and has no color 

but the money has a number and a color, green!

People remember that color and number

 more than other people's priceless time.

MOVEMENT

Haven't been moving and haven't been free.

Sad observation

Move and enjoy your total freedom

Take all nuisance off your list,

 the most important thing for you to do.

LIBERATION

Always encourage the search for 

a much greater liberation of the mind...

This search is what "Surrealism really is."

SURREALISM

"This movement, this Spiritual flow." 

"Experience the power and sway of poetry."

MEETING

Why should i have a meeting with any one at my work hour?

The meeting with the so called, 'Friends" ?

 Won't it interfere with my work?

Isn't that what they say about themselves?

Screw it'

Screw them all.

SILENCES OF AN UNKNOWN POET

My list of loved ones is getting shorter

and shorter...

You are not on my list any longer.

You are not on my list of love any longer

Love had a sweet name

You turned it into bitterness...

My mouth is so bitter with your taste

My list is without your bitter taste now.

My list is getting shorter and shorter...

The list also lost the entire taste...

My conversation with myself

The laments of a soul in permanent exile...

Thoughts in exile...

Scribbling and exile...

Exile, exile, exile...

Illuminations, fragments, observations, solitary thoughts

thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts...

SUICIDE

GRANT

WHO?

THE WHOLE THING

ENEMIES

YOU

LOVERS

WHEELCHAIRS

REMAINS

DEAR RELATIONS

DEAR RELATIONS

ANOTHER HAPPY DAY

TENDENCY

Tendency towards disorientation

Become one...

Don't worry about the O

Think of whatever benefits are there

There is no good or bad in it

You did a lot in return

Material

emotional

energy

Time

TIME

GOD OF ALL THINGS

THE GOD OF GIFTS

THE GOD OF GIVING

THE PRICELESS ITEM

TIME...I HAVE NO QUARREL WITH GOD...

HE

"He who would make his way

in the world must let world believe

that it was made for him." Byron

'I so much abhor all un-necessary pain" Byron

'No man was ever written down except by himself" Dr Johnson

'Obstacles are to be stepped over,

Kick them down is the first resolve

and a fiery spirit

What others think or say is a secondary

consideration.

A man's own reflection is it." Byron

'Such is truth! Men dare not look her in the face." Byron

'The best reply to all objections is to write better." Byron

'And if your enemies will not then do you justice, the world will." Byron

"You should not be discouraged. To be opposed is not to be vanquished,

though a timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound."

Byron

'Knocked me down but I got up again."

'You live near the stove of society where you are

Un avoidably influenced by its heat and its Vapors.."

SO WRONG

Something is so wrong

So so wrong

So sad

So so sad

Such a waste of talent...

THE SOUL

The soul is missing

The poet has gone home.

STEP OUT

Step out and straighten up...

PROFIT

"Writing for today

And for the general market...

Profit, possible, this way."

GIRL FRIENDS

All women girl friends

Oh! how boring...

SUCCESS OF A FAILURE

"But the first opening of that

invisible door in the rock is

of the imagination only." Ruskin

TIRED

Tired of being pathetic

Tired of being powerless

Tired of being depressed

Tired of being hopeless

Tired of being incompetent

Tired of being closed in on everything

Tired of being a believer in the impossibility of things...

NEED A REVERSAL

Become audacious, bold, courageous

Couldn't careless attitude, forward moving,

confident, aggressive bitch...

YESTERDAY

Yesterday was a good day

Compared to the day before yesterday

and two day before yesterday

Yesterday I washed three white cotton dressess

Yesterday

I went for a walk

Wanted to go to the river

Kept missing the ramp

Couldn't get to the river

Walked near the highway

But still...

Yesterday

I went for a walk

Yesterday

I wrote on the blog for an hour

Yesterday

I watched the hearings on CSPAN, the,

Telephone hacking scandal in London...

Yesterday

A witness after witness appeared at the hearing

And lied and lied and made excuses

And

Lied some more

Yesterday

They lied some more...

Made excuses and lied some more...

Yesterday

I fell off to sleep during the lies

uttered shamelessly by the

Metropolitan police chief in London...

Yesterday,

At least I fell off to sleep without struggling to sleep."

I guess, Lies help insomnia.

MY NAME IS,"A GRAND BITCH."

Call me a bitch

My name is, "Bitch"

I am from now

A selfish bitch...

A bitch of all bitches...

A bitch of all seasons

Don't fuck with a bitch fellows...

You will be sorry

Don't mess with a bitch...

Leave the bitch alone...

A bitch is a bitch is a bitch...

From now on no niceness from a bitch

A ferocious bitch

A bitch and her bitchy behavior

Can't help but being a bitch

Who cares for good people?

Not bitches

Thats for sure...

A memoir of a bitch

You are not a bitch

Oh! no, you are not a bitch

I am...

I love it

I love being a bitch...

You have been a bitch for so long

I always envied you

Now I am like you

Not exactly though

I need practice

I need experience to be a bitch like you

You were the best bitch I have ever seen

I need to be a bitch...

You are not a bitch

I am...

Make room for the bitch

You were the best bitch of them all

I was happiest when I was with you.

THEY

They depress me

They bore me

They waste my time

They are neurotic

All of them give nothing to no one

Its just nothing

Its just nothing

Don't agree to accept nothing

Do not agree to accept nothing from no one

From no one

Even Yourself...

"Wondering about and gathering the piece

Maybe left to any of us

All can accomplish"

"Its the open sesame of

a huge, obscure, endless care with inexhaustible

treasure of pure gold scattered in it." Ruskin

TENNESSEE WILLIAMS

"Tennessee's strongest reason

For doing a thing was in order

not to do something else."

"Narrow your awareness of one big thing,"WORK"

"Say the thing with which you labor.

Its a waste of time to use his talents

merely.

Be faithful to your genius

Write in the strain that interests you most.

Consult not the popular taste." Thoreau

WRITING

"Plain

Common sense

Severe truth

Beauty"

'Great beauty and little intellect

VS

Great intellect

and a little beauty"

Say it,

Simply

and

Directly

The best writing...

PROBLEMS

Your own personal

Emotional problems

From your background

Stand in your way

Of

Success...

And the same thing

In some people's case

Bring them success...

They surpass that emotional

Problem

And

Succeed...

The others

Stay glued

To it

And

Fail...

We, belong

To the

Second group...

ADDICTION

"Addiction to detached

Vagabond existence."

"Long narrative poem

Swimming every day."

'Freedom, Freedom

Of the spirit."

'Not emotionally pledged

To

Anything

Or any one."

RAW MATERIAL

"An Isolated individual's reaction

to

life...

Instead of an Isolated Individual's reaction to

himself and his condition."

The first one is the better raw material.

PERSISTENCE

Persistent hard work to create

And

Perpetuate

A

Social and emotional

Set-up

That accommodate

Emotionally fucked up behavior

Socially viable existence to survive in...

They have lots of problems

They can't relax...

BORED

Totally

Completely

Un-believably

Bored

Bored

By

Coffee

Cafes

Clothes

Laundry

Plays

Roads

Road blocks

Politics

All is shit

Shit, shit, shit, shit...

IRRECONCILABLE

Irreconcilable

Of

Guilt

Guilt for living

Guilt for walking

Talking

Breathing

Eating

Watching a play

Doing a play

Looking at painting

Doing anything

For self

Guilt for the self

Irreconcilable guilt...

Feel of approval

Approval by whom?

Ass holes

All ass holes

Need to be

Approved

By

Ass holes

Of

All kinds

Of

Different kinds

No one is of any importance

Problems are mental...

MENTAL ILLNESS

We are ill

All of us

Mentally ill

Un-believable

Sad

Sad

I thought it

Was healed

Its there

Breathing

Howling

Yelling

Crying

Howling...

DEATH

My mother died

Two weeks ago

I am so

Excited

I overheard

That in a cafe

Uttered by

A woman

Totally

dressed up

In red

Sleeveless

Red heels

All made up

Make up

And nails etc...

AMBIVALENCE

Thirteen years of

Success...

Alexander the great

Turned into a madman...

Exactly the same duration

Turned every so called,"great man

Into a madman...

FAME

Fame also brings

Problems

Everything brings problem

Its nothing but a problem

All is a problem

You, me, them, they

Friends,

Relations

Strangers

Enemies

Husbands

Wives

Children

All are a problem...

GOOD FORTUNE

Good fortune

What is it?

Who knows

Is different

For different

People

It creates a disorder

Of what kind?

Others don't leave you alone

Its always the others who creates disturbances in you.

DEPRESSION

She depresses me

She bores me

She wastes my time

She is neurotic

All of them

Gives me nothing

Its just nothing

Don't agree to accept nothing

From no one even yourself...

Wondering about

And gathering the peace...

Maybe be left

To any of us

All can accomplish

dying into a cave...

SILENCE AND IMMOBILITY

A system

of restless

Wanderings...

By detachments

Of impermanent

Dweller...

Passing through light

Without suffering

We are all so alone...

Its scary...

Who said that?

Not me

Not me

Trust me

I didn't say that

I am scared of being scared

I am scared of being alone...

PROBLEMS

Your own personal

Emotional problems

From your background

Stand in your way of success

And the same thing

In some people's case

Bring them success...

They suppress that emotional

Problem

And

Success

The others obey to it

And fail...

We belong to the second group...

IMMEDIATE PRESERVATION

Travel

Change

New scenes

New people

Escape

Fleeing from

Domestic

Turmoils...

Sense of separation

Through

Detachment

Use humor and charm...

EGO

Ego

Power

Entitlement

Arrogance

Money

Money

Money, baby, money...

Omnipotence

High sperm count

More money

Higher the sperm

Count

Le'ts take our pants down

I will rip them off other wise...

REASON

Reason

Hate

emotions

destroys

Reason...

Reason

And

Emotions

Are siblings

Fighting over

Property...

Fighting

Always fighting

Always fighting

No yelling

Not again

Control

Control

Control

Don't care about anything at all

Don't care...

Just don't you care...

FEAR

Fear

Complicates everything

Remove

Remove it from your list

There is no list

Remove it any way

From future lists

There is no future list

Don't be so pessimistic

Why not?

Not good for you

Who said so?

Ok, go ahead

Do whatever...

LOSE

At the end

It will be you

You and only you

Who will surrender?

And they know it...

They will win...

Thats the story

An old story...

Set that way

Let it go...

Let them win

One more time...

Be willing to lose

There is no winning

In the fight

And in the un-happiness

For your peace of mind

Let them win...

Your comfort will come in your loss...

LIMP

"Limp, numb and horrified?"

BY MYSELF

To be alone

by myself

In a train

For twelve hours...

To be alone

By myself

In a train

For five more hours...

To be alone

By myself

In a train

For twelve hours...

To be alone

By myself

In a train

For twelve more hours

A GESTURE

Yes, I take them with me to the cafe....

My dead parents I mean.......

They sit quietly and I order for them.

My mother drinks Darjling tea and

my father wants to try the Western coffee.

I asked him if he wants American coffee or

a cappuccino.....

He wants American coffee.

He is proud of American coffee and of America....

After all this is where his daughter made

a big, wide, fabulous career for herself....

So I order an American coffee with milk, hot milk I emphasis.....

The waiter is sick of me and my request of hot milk always.

"Where do these junglies come from"?

He must wonder.

Its boiling hot outside and she always insist on hot, hot, hot, extra hot

milk.........

Poor thing she must be so cold

Or she must not have any hot blood in her at all..............

Both I guess....

Totally freezing in this heat.....

The air conditioning seeps through my bones

"'Its very cold in here"

My father says

'Yes, Its so cold...I didn't think of carrying my shawal in 90 degrees weather>"

My nother says

'Thats when you carry a shawal mother, when its 90 degrees

also a sweater and a coat maybe............"

I say to my mother

'You always carry shawals, sweaters, sneakers, jackets, backpacks

in this country." "YOu carry your luggage with you in case

you don't want to come back home".

'Why?"

My mother asks

'In case you decide to go traveling and never come back home."

I say

"LIke you."

My mother says

After that no one talks.....

we just sip tea or coffee or whatever we are sipping

in a Western cafe with Eastern dead people. We keep sipping

whatever slowly, very slowly without talking.....

and the evening takes over and the light outside changes.....

"We have to go."

My father says to my mother

'Where are we going?"

My mother asks him

'Home"

They are going home

"Can she come too.?"

My mother asks

'No. Not yet........."

My father says

Where is she going to go?"

My mother asks my father about me

'She has her own home here."

My father says to my mother.

'She has her own home here...thats why she left."

After that they quietly get up and leave the cafe............

while I am still sitting there...................

Home.....home...home...home?

Career...career...career?

Once I had both

and my parents

and the court yard and

the sun

and the mangoes

and the chamli flowers............

and ny childhood

and the dream

the dream, dreams actually, many dreams, many, many dreams..............