it's just four days
since i had my last meal -
a torn piece of dried chappati
that my daughter unearthed from a
treasure box on a road side bin.
'take a bite',
'it tastes like
honey,' she said -
and danced the dance of Ophelia.
i cursed the moments i taught
her the Russian tales and classics.
in my new abode, under the newly-built flyover
where the gaze of the passer-bys changes colour and intent
when the dusk melts into the neon-darkness
she put on the cloak of madness -
starts to strut, some times strips the cloak...
as i crouch like a beaten snake
she starts to whistle and dance
when the symphony of mosquitoes
are drowned in the roaring slogans
their flesh lighting* the darkness with hope now
for a separate Telengana**
and for a 'united Andra' then....
she spits, spits, and spits
until falls on my lap
like a modern 'Pieta'
only to jump as if pricked by
multiple of Judas, to shout at me...
'you dirty king', 'you stupid Lear'
for your fucking arrogance
for your fucking ignorance
i pay with my sanity'.....
# written sometime back when AP was burning as the struggle for a separate Telengana
lighted with many suicides for the cause.
* the number of students committing suicide for the cause of a separate Telengana
is on the rise. the struggle for a separate Telengana state is over five decades of history.
** the state of Andra Pradesh, in India is burning - one group asking for a separate Telengana state, (which is the need of the hour, may be) and the other asking for a 'united andra'. and they form the back bone of investors...
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
where is my home
cut-off from what is without, i feel plugged out
and broken within, nowhere do i fit in
can someone tell me, where my home is ….
on one side of the slate, you wrote lessons of hate
and said it’s my fate, which i really do hate
can someone show me, where my home is ….
blank, the other side, and love, you did confide
as a dove, I, but did not in that reside,
can someone guide me where my home is…
not at home with self, and nor with you, I fear
not at home with the world, that I do not wear,
i know not what gloom lurks at my rear…..
terrible I feel, in anguish I do reel
please, can someone show me, where my home is
can someone fly me where my home is……….
and broken within, nowhere do i fit in
can someone tell me, where my home is ….
on one side of the slate, you wrote lessons of hate
and said it’s my fate, which i really do hate
can someone show me, where my home is ….
blank, the other side, and love, you did confide
as a dove, I, but did not in that reside,
can someone guide me where my home is…
not at home with self, and nor with you, I fear
not at home with the world, that I do not wear,
i know not what gloom lurks at my rear…..
terrible I feel, in anguish I do reel
please, can someone show me, where my home is
can someone fly me where my home is……….
Sunday, December 5, 2010
miles away
miles away, from the dear ones
pressure-cooked, on the job-front
i reach for her, amidst the Chaturti dins
‘when are you coming’, she asks upfront….
tomorrow night, I say in wanton gay
‘what use for me’, then, she did say
crestfallen & speechless, i sit in dismay
is relation a prescription like 1-1-1
morning-noon-night, well defined one?
so what is this love, what you talk about, boundless
just measured by convenience, it’s meaningless….
A misfit, all through my life
struggle I, to get out of this worthless strife
wondering when i do come rife, in life…..
pressure-cooked, on the job-front
i reach for her, amidst the Chaturti dins
‘when are you coming’, she asks upfront….
tomorrow night, I say in wanton gay
‘what use for me’, then, she did say
crestfallen & speechless, i sit in dismay
is relation a prescription like 1-1-1
morning-noon-night, well defined one?
so what is this love, what you talk about, boundless
just measured by convenience, it’s meaningless….
A misfit, all through my life
struggle I, to get out of this worthless strife
wondering when i do come rife, in life…..
Saturday, December 4, 2010
on love
love drips from my eyes
drop by drop,
as dew from a flowering cherry
when the sunrays slowly un-shell
the snow-shelled cherries
in a winter morning
like i unveil my beloved
eager to bathe in the brown light
of the timid sun on the little mount...
love falls from my body
like the leaves
from a birch in an autumn breeze
making me freeze
in to the loneliness of song-less trees.
love recedes from my heart
like a stream in a summer,
down, down to the abyss of being
as the merciless sun
dewater the dunes further
in a hot hot summer..
but it springs again
from every cell of my being
like the tender shoots
after a spring rain
from the mother earth
making my beloved merry
as the hornbill swallow the raindrops
shattered by the breeze.
and, oh my friend,
you blanket me with love
like the twilight in blushing evening.
drop by drop,
as dew from a flowering cherry
when the sunrays slowly un-shell
the snow-shelled cherries
in a winter morning
like i unveil my beloved
eager to bathe in the brown light
of the timid sun on the little mount...
love falls from my body
like the leaves
from a birch in an autumn breeze
making me freeze
in to the loneliness of song-less trees.
love recedes from my heart
like a stream in a summer,
down, down to the abyss of being
as the merciless sun
dewater the dunes further
in a hot hot summer..
but it springs again
from every cell of my being
like the tender shoots
after a spring rain
from the mother earth
making my beloved merry
as the hornbill swallow the raindrops
shattered by the breeze.
and, oh my friend,
you blanket me with love
like the twilight in blushing evening.
Friday, December 3, 2010
an easter poem
you have been such a crowd-puller, oh Jesus -
a rebel in the historical sense,
a magician and provider to the faceless mob,
and, moreover, a perfect comedian
hitting on the very foundation of power, tirelessly...
when you had been thoroughly interrogated
you made the foolish king ask, in wonder,
'what is truth?'
that was a marriage party
you came to the limelight
turning water into wine...
it was just the beginning, oh Jesus.
and we effortlessly continue your feat
celebrating your resurrection
drenched in water & wine.
and your resurrection followed by more & more deaths.
your words played magic
as much as it rigged deep holes in the hierarchy.
why don't you come back and see
how much we have fortified the very foundation
manipulating your life & your words?
on a glass of red wine
i wonder at the irony -
that you reduced the number of sinners
and we created them, in millions,
just using your own magic words.
on a glass of red wine
i wonder at the irony -
your laughter brought the people together
and we stripped you of the very human quality
and projected you as sad, but serene & calm.
your immaculate merciful look
that we never had -
Jesus, our altar is decorated with your tortured body,
blood oozing out -
and we have really become serious, Jesus.
why don't you come back?
not to walk on the seas,
not to give life to the dead,
or to make the blind see,
nor to make the lame, walk....
those feats no more make us wonder
nor we enjoy...
but to see
how your own chosen people have divided
not only the lands, but the minds...
maybe, any of your new feats in the kitty
can make us laugh again
and help us get out of the cassocked pulpits.
and laugh again merrily
and laugh again merrily.
a rebel in the historical sense,
a magician and provider to the faceless mob,
and, moreover, a perfect comedian
hitting on the very foundation of power, tirelessly...
when you had been thoroughly interrogated
you made the foolish king ask, in wonder,
'what is truth?'
that was a marriage party
you came to the limelight
turning water into wine...
it was just the beginning, oh Jesus.
and we effortlessly continue your feat
celebrating your resurrection
drenched in water & wine.
and your resurrection followed by more & more deaths.
your words played magic
as much as it rigged deep holes in the hierarchy.
why don't you come back and see
how much we have fortified the very foundation
manipulating your life & your words?
on a glass of red wine
i wonder at the irony -
that you reduced the number of sinners
and we created them, in millions,
just using your own magic words.
on a glass of red wine
i wonder at the irony -
your laughter brought the people together
and we stripped you of the very human quality
and projected you as sad, but serene & calm.
your immaculate merciful look
that we never had -
Jesus, our altar is decorated with your tortured body,
blood oozing out -
and we have really become serious, Jesus.
why don't you come back?
not to walk on the seas,
not to give life to the dead,
or to make the blind see,
nor to make the lame, walk....
those feats no more make us wonder
nor we enjoy...
but to see
how your own chosen people have divided
not only the lands, but the minds...
maybe, any of your new feats in the kitty
can make us laugh again
and help us get out of the cassocked pulpits.
and laugh again merrily
and laugh again merrily.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
either....or
once you are on the field
you need to be ruthless
as the objective is to outsmart
and win over your opponent.
but i never understood
why in a relation
the same rules are followed.
- rules of aggression, brutal power
cunningness and calculative approach
where even the body becomes a powerful weapon…
if the objective is a win
then it is no more a relation.
nor the so called ‘sacrifices’
that simply means a sense of lack…
rather, a way of powering your hapless victim….
pity, it is an either….or game
‘you are either with us
or with the rogues’
either a feminist or anti-feminist
either a ‘terrorist’ or an ‘Indian’
either an ‘academic’ or a ‘fool’
i still wonder
why a relation needs to follow the same rules…
you need to be ruthless
as the objective is to outsmart
and win over your opponent.
but i never understood
why in a relation
the same rules are followed.
- rules of aggression, brutal power
cunningness and calculative approach
where even the body becomes a powerful weapon…
if the objective is a win
then it is no more a relation.
nor the so called ‘sacrifices’
that simply means a sense of lack…
rather, a way of powering your hapless victim….
pity, it is an either….or game
‘you are either with us
or with the rogues’
either a feminist or anti-feminist
either a ‘terrorist’ or an ‘Indian’
either an ‘academic’ or a ‘fool’
i still wonder
why a relation needs to follow the same rules…
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
the glaciers melt down
the glaciers melt down
into crystal glasses
as the sun too takes a dip
in the 'antiquity blue'*
neatly measured and divided in pegs...
yes, it's time to celebrate 'our' struggle
to save our earth
through long long discourses & discussions -
to talk about climate change
and how we suffer because of
these fucking undeveloped & under-developed nations...
'exterminate all the brutes' **
and let us save the world....
fuelling deadly wars for peace -
making more & more deadly weapons
so to use them as 'deterrents' -
fighting the so called terrorists, with all means and ways
and by manufacturing the truth that they have nuclear weapons
so we and our methods are never questioned -
dividing nations into 'rouge and the best'
so we can stand united -
saving our hard-earned wealth in the Swiss bank
so these beggars can never, ever steal away our sweat -
let us teach them about lateral thinking
or else, their common sense
will devour all what we have created
like the tsunami waves -
yes, it's time to baptize these niggers
and bring them into salvation...
the glaciers melt down
into crystal glasses
as the sun is forced to take a dip
in the antiquity blue
neatly measured & divided in pegs
upheld neatly by the blue & black blazers..
* name of a whiskey available in India
** the protagonist in Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad writes over 100 pages of report on how to save the tribals, and signs of writing 'exterminate all the brutes'
into crystal glasses
as the sun too takes a dip
in the 'antiquity blue'*
neatly measured and divided in pegs...
yes, it's time to celebrate 'our' struggle
to save our earth
through long long discourses & discussions -
to talk about climate change
and how we suffer because of
these fucking undeveloped & under-developed nations...
'exterminate all the brutes' **
and let us save the world....
fuelling deadly wars for peace -
making more & more deadly weapons
so to use them as 'deterrents' -
fighting the so called terrorists, with all means and ways
and by manufacturing the truth that they have nuclear weapons
so we and our methods are never questioned -
dividing nations into 'rouge and the best'
so we can stand united -
saving our hard-earned wealth in the Swiss bank
so these beggars can never, ever steal away our sweat -
let us teach them about lateral thinking
or else, their common sense
will devour all what we have created
like the tsunami waves -
yes, it's time to baptize these niggers
and bring them into salvation...
the glaciers melt down
into crystal glasses
as the sun is forced to take a dip
in the antiquity blue
neatly measured & divided in pegs
upheld neatly by the blue & black blazers..
* name of a whiskey available in India
** the protagonist in Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad writes over 100 pages of report on how to save the tribals, and signs of writing 'exterminate all the brutes'
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