Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Me and You, So Happy Together

Two weeks ago when a social media post marking the birth date of the actor Leslie Cheug reminded me of this Hong Kong's superstar and the inimitable legacy he left behind, the first image that came to my mind was of a beaten, and bloodied Cheung surrendering in the arms of a shocked ex lover played by the talented Tony Leung in the film Happy Together (1997).
The maverick director Wong Kar-wai made several masterpieces, and is known for his frequent collaborationwith Tony Leung, but none can deny that his original muse was Leslie Cheung. In the path breaking and celebrated 'Happy Together', both his actors, Cheung and Leung created a magic so removed from anything the world had seen, and would come to see from the director himself.
A film about two lovers, who find themselves in Argentina, in an attempt to rescue their volatile relationship, is an unlikely poignant film about romance and the ephemeral nature of love. It is a beautiful film, shot by the innovative Christopher Doyle, and directed with raw passion by Wong Kar-wai.
The on and off relationship between the two leading men form the narrative backdrop to a film that takes us across stark landscapes, both natural and manmade. From the enormous Iguazu falls to the neon lit streets of Taiwan, we even end up at the 'end of the world', literally. 
The film introduces and explores male sexuality in a tender and evocative way, an achievement very few films can claim. The film is a romance that breaks the heart of the protagonists repeatedly to make them find themselves. Yet, I find this film to be the best living testimony of the beauty and vulnerability of the most famous Asian man, Leung, whose superstardom was once succeeded only by Michael Jackson and the Beatles.
Only the genius of an auteur like Wong Kar-wai could ever manage to capture this powerhouse of an actor and give him the role that will define love, irrespective of gender, sexuality or race forever. 
Five years later Leung died when he jumped off the 24th floor of a hotel in Hong Kong, but he continues to be the muse of the world.

Thursday, April 20, 2017


I miss everything,
a million miles away
or the honeybee that disappears.
The house with painted red bricks
is caught in its cobwebs,
with the eucalyptus trees dead and gone.
All the stars shine 
in the sky so blue,
hiding in a daylight of illusions.
My heart stops,
like cogs and wheels 
so old and rusted red with blood.


Wednesday, March 15, 2017


All my dreams are ending
So I can wake up now
Till I sleep again 
Forever, again

Saturday, October 26, 2013


 Oh the Jester!

How often he repeats, and repeats, the same old wisdom

but in vain

when consciousness could give birth to

hand prints

wood blocks


perception of colours

so much more that can't be conceived

like a child

and yet

a few never give up


it is us


Monday, August 06, 2012


I had a boy
we took a train
it went very far
with travelers in rain

we reached a beach
spoke to the clouds
watching the rain
drowning the waves

then came a home
in a coconut grove
I had a fever
that put me to sleep

we bought little soap
and a took a tiny boat
the waves were gone
leaving us behind

we walked on and on
and the land ended
the train came back
whistling through nights

we only had love
and drowning waves
he took a train
and never saw him again

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Thursday, July 12, 2012


So how come you are not real anymore/
What do you mean by real>
You know when you do things you always wanted to do rather than+++
rather than what%%%
do what you think you should do$
It's a choice one has to make *
but this is not even a choice<<< it's absolute crap::: you are making and selling crap and for what&
It's what everyone wants£
that's not true~~~
It's either that or a lifetime of misery?
And now a lifetime of discontent@ You are not real anymore||| You never were""" You are not my anymore!!!!!!!

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Monday, July 09, 2012


Delivery boy where you at
the silent city calls out

"Why don’t you come back to me
And make me see your day

When did you meet them
And when you didn’t

Everyday was a journey
From beginning to an end

As she stood there
Waiting with her eyes

You could see her
But she was bloody blind"

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Sunday, July 08, 2012


It must 
the time 
of great 
and change 
or else 
it must 
be time.

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