About Krishnakali

A radio in age of iPods
A bookstore competing with Kindle
A Beatles song out of place in a club

Krishnakali has a keen appetite for reading books, painting abstract pictures and also singing. She had started writing unexpectedly and within seconds it became her better half.

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The dark night passes by, mid dream, blinking at the brink of the breaking dawn

At the moment of the rising sun a long clear “Allah-hu-Akbar” is heard
Overlapped by the 6 a.m. ding of “Om Purna Mida Purna Midam Purnat Purna Muddachyate ”

My adjacent church doesn’t want to be left over by the divine cacophony singing ”O come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant”

Clap clap of the transgenders when the signals turn red
Beep Beep of the Mercedes struggling to get out of the three meter gully

Chok’in in the asthmatic fits from the exhaust pits and ‘ HORN OK PLEASE’ philosophies

We are in a speedy video game
shouting, cursing, gulping, giggling, munching, crunching
Amidst all our sins
Embracing all these dins

We are all alone amongst
fourteen billion faces
seven billion bodies
Dusk till Dawn
Deafened by our own silence …..


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