When I heard at the Close of the Day By Walt Whitman

When I heard at the close of the day how I had
been praised in the Capitol, still it was not
a happy night for me that followed,
And else when I caroused – nor when my favorite plans were
accomplished – was I really happy,
But the day when I arose at dawn from the perfect
health, electric, inhaling sweet breath
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and
disappear in the morning light,
When I wandered alone over the beach, and undressing, bathed,
laughing with the waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my friend, my lover, was on
his way coming, then O I was happy,
Each breath tasted sweeter – and all that day my food
nourished me more – and the beautiful day passed well,
And the next came with equal joy – and with the next,
at evening, came my friend,
And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll
slowly continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as directed
to me, whispering to congratulate me,
For the friend I love lay sleeping by my side,
In the stillness his face was inclined toward me, while the
moon's clear beams shone
And his arm lay lightly over my breast – and that night I was happy.

“Dubious” by Vikram Seth

Some men like Jack and some like Jill
I'm glad I like them both but still
I wonder if this freewheeling
Really is an enlightened thing,
Or is its greater scope a sign
Of deviance from some party line?
In the strict ranks of Gay and Straight
What is my status: Stray? Or Great?

Letter to my Mom!

To my dearest Moma,

I know you were never good in English,
But now you have to understand my words,
The words that never got a voice,
the feelings buried in my lies.

Over roasted toasts,
Or sugarless tea.
You appreciated everything,
When "I" was the cook.
Slight dark toasts,
Or less sweeter tea,
I left them there as it is,
When "you" were the cook!

I thought I am the best "son",
And I expected the Best "Mom",
You knew I am not the best son,
Still you tried being the Best mom.

It’s not about those teas or toasts,
It’s not about being best or worst.
It may be out of all my irritation,
That why didn’t you unmask my allegation?

I thought one day,
You will ask me,
“Are you in love?”
I thought one day,
You will realize that,
I am in love.

My thoughts never stopped there,
And expected one day,
You to question me,
“Is he your man?”

Since in twenty two years the day never came,
And now I really can’t play this pretence game.

Your son,
Karan

Reviewed by The Forth Dimension

Boys don’t cry (****)

She was humiliated, she was assaulted, and she was raped and finally shot to death, just because she was transgender man.

Boys Don't Cry ( 1999)is an American independent drama film based on the true story of Brandon Teena, a transgender man who attempts to hide the fact that he has female genitalia to avoid discrimination. Directed by Kimberly Peirce, the film features Hilary Swank as Brandon Teena and Chloë Sevigny as Brandon's girlfriend Lana Tisdel.
Pierce had successfully created intense emotional savageness, without much fictionalizing the true facts of the account. It has effectively lightened on the darker shades on Brandon’s life, portraying the confusions, uncertainties, and seclusion in her life. The complete crew has done an excellent job in the making the movie a great success.
Boys Don’t Cry received tremendously positive acclaim from critics, especially the two lead performances from Swank and Sevigny, and considering its reasonably low budget, and independent production, it was a box office success, with most of the success coming from word of mouth and critical views. Swank was awarded the 1999 Academy Award for Best Actress, and Sevigny was nominated for the Academy Award as Best Supporting Actress. Winning under 41 categories of various film festivals, it was nominated for 68 categories.
Boys don’t cry brought tears in my eyes, depicting those catastrophic events. One must watch this story of great human tragedy!


(Written for Pink Pages)

Touch of Pink (***1/2)

Touch of Pink, directed and written by Ian Iqbal Rashid, is the story reflecting life of Alim (Jimi Mistry), a young gay Ismaili Muslim man living in London, miles away from his mother, Nuru (Suleka Mathew) in Toronto. The reasons for this distance are quite obvious; he can’t come out of closet to his mother and relatives. Secondly, He can’t leave his love, Giles (Kristen Holden-Ried), Caucasian economist working for UNICEF. Alim has an imaginary friend, Cary Grant (Kyle MacLachlan), whose advices are very effective in letting him into troubles. All four characters are strikingly built from foot to head, especially the mother and the son’s character.

Touch of pink touches many untouched doors of society, creating an intense plot of relation of mother and her gay son. Ian Iqbal Rashid’s romantic comedy rests not just over coming out’ conflict, but also deals well with cultural clash along with adoring love story of Alim and Giles. The story had effectively portrayed the hardships of coming out of the closet, and even concluded with a positive note with the acceptance of gay son by his mother.

The screenplay has been kept simple; giving it a pleasant flow with succinct dialogues. On screen, Jimi Mistry and Suleka Mathew have done superb job. The movies didn’t receive much acclaim by critics, with only four nominations on total at various film festivals in Canada. But overall, I would say that these 92 minutes deserves one time watch.

And if you are planning to come out of closet, do watch this! May be you would like to watch it again with your mom!


(Written for Pink Pages)

Tout Droit

Premise: On a curvy lane, how can i go straight?

---)Five days.. two lanes.. single bridge..several thoughts..!!(---

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. - Dr Seuss

Day 1, day of confusions:

Back and forth; eroding the gray path,

Every now and then, i am ready to dig and choke.

Am I probing the pent passage?

Or Am I disguising the detached door?

Every passing minute bombarding a new doubt,

contradicting the history of last thirty degree count.

Since now brimming bowl can't hold more,

I am ready to carry nescience out of my soul!

Day 2, day of decision:

Holding hand; Momma's left and dadaa's right,

We advanced straight along the imprecise cluster.

Is it their confident glow that enlightened this lane?

Or they just curtail the rays from things they can't explain?

Kicked by my fate, and the curve fetched me.

the dryness of my throat seems fake,

when it drizzles over me.

If God wanted Me otherwise, He would have created me otherwise.

- Johann Von Goethe

Day 3, day of discoveries:

I cleared the droplets over my glasses,

to appreciate the ravishing RAINBOW,

which untwist beyond my twisted lane,

with pink buds carpeted on either sides.

377; three appalling digits, yet more appalled

over the discontented desires of love and life.

Pseudonym they carry, masking the visage,

to forget the pretense they largely produced.

Day 4, discoveries continued:

Following my heart, I discovered two temples,

And I noticed everything, ignored by others.

The one of Konark depicted the sexual embrace of women,

And a other relief showed a monk giving fellatio to the prince.

Still they call it an evil from western culture,

And it’s better to open old pages to clear confusions.

To my knowledge, Kamsutra belongs to Indian literature, then

WHY Vatsayana devoted an entire chapter to Auparistaka?

Why Sufi literature expressed it a spiritual relation?

And Why Persion poetry related it with moral love?

Day 5, and my final decision:

" Momma must be waiting", It alarmed my dream,

Dadaa's warning notions pulled the strings.

Stepping back to those acquainted paths,

A bridge revealed connecting those disparate lanes.

Before going back, I spared some calories for my new home,

confronting both roads, adjoining the invisible bridge.

Do not follow where the path may lead. Go, instead, where there is no path and leave a trail.

- Ralph Waldo Emesson

( Now a part of Gaylaxy )

Just : Short Gay Movie

Link to the short film: JUST

After watching this movie, one of my friend raised a question over monogamy in homosexual relations, and these 10 minutes stimulated me to pay atleast few more minutes over it...

Relations, specially love is based on the emotional, spiritual and somehow on physical compatibility between the couple, may it a straight or gay couple. I think if you are 100% emotionally and spiritually attached with your better half, the physical compatibility does not concern much. BUT generally, people, in a hurry or just to have someone in life, get into relations without that 100% compaction, and while they have physical relation they get BORED by the same better half with whom he/she decided to spent their life.

Think before you get into relations, and If you just want ONE NIGHT STANDS, go accomplish your lusty desires until you indubitably wish to have love in your life.

"In itself, homosexuality is as limiting as heterosexuality: the ideal should be to be capable of loving a woman or a man; either, a human being, without feeling fear, restraint, or obligation."

-Simone de Beauvoir