A Scruffy Liver At A Bar

Reality really sucks.

Sucks harder than my ex-girlfriend.

Several times I’ve thought of…

I’ve thought of

putting it to an end.

Drove it to the edge

but there’s no fun in that.

I still have some bottoms to hit,

still have some unpaid debts.

You see…

Life is

death wrapped in time.

Happiness is

monotony swaddled in sugar.

God is

but Satan drunk on wine.

And love…

Love is

pain draped behind pleasure.

I’m letting the reality

to grow on me

to beat me

while I ripe.

I’m at this bar

Oh fuck the rhyming!

It is killing

my Bukowskian vibe.

-Sudhanshu Chouhan

I see the shadows of lives around me.

I see the shadows of lives around me.

Silence of the lifeless better than sounds of oxygen.

Chaos more euphonious than ingenious compositions.

 

Tranquil water more potent than tumultuous torrents.

Fogs more animated than unblemished heavens.

 

Abstracts more striking than quiet straight lines.

Struggles more promising than effortless accessions.

 

Autocracy more energetic than dumb democracy.

Herds more organized than pitiful parliament sessions.

 

Poor man’s feet nattier than rich man’s shoes.

Prostitutes more virgin than souls of politicians.

 

Enemies more honest than forbearing friends.

Breakups more edifying than reckless relations.

 

Objectivism more disciplined than arid altruism.

Atheism more righteous than religious obligations.

 

Books more valuable than unsalable capitals.

Humanity more important than colour of generations.

-Sudhanshu Chouhan

Picture: Composition VII—according to Kandinsky, the most complex piece he ever painted (1913) (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Kandinsky_WWI.jpg)