Wednesday, 2 November 2011

All Rise

was mesmerized, was hypnotized
had a date with death, but i survived
had lived before, in a different world
now its like I'm living an afterlife


mortal or no, the soul, i starve
for an unknown blessing, before i sink
in the guilt of sins, cast on me
in god's own courtroom, now where is he(she)?


have a mind that thinks, not my wrong
locked up in a chaos, same ancient maze
one bad step, shall be counted thrice
fair ones unnumbered will never suffice


made to resurrect more of us
these filthy little things we are
a ball of bone, flesh and neurons
a puppet show he(she) watches, with pop corns!


have sailed far enough, objection my lord
the adventures of the seas are falling short
mark on my map, that last lethal speck
command me, to head for it in my shipwreck

Thursday, 21 April 2011

The Pangs of God Knows What



Hot summer breeze, on a sultry Saturday
And not a soul outside, how long will this
Be confined


Various feelings come screeching, fluttering
Some sit and stare, while others turn and
Fly away


Of all there's one that swims submerged
Below all, and keeps flitting
In and out


It doesn’t pain, it doesn’t laugh it doesn’t
Even cry, just sheaths from inside
All the rays of light



And there's a weightless buoyancy which
Shifts around, hauling in and pushing out
As you drift along...... ahead.
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Thursday, 14 April 2011

PARASITE


you are a humongous tyrant,
sugar coated toxic irritant


tentacles protruding like venomous vines
are intertwined with my intestines


the new super-bug of this era
you are a lethal mix of chimera


you squirt poison when you bare your fangs
boredom like death around you hangs


swords of words with impregnated cynicism
we are attacked by your blades of sarcasm


your laughter mocks and punctures the heart
and the jokes you crack are nothing but fart


hunger and begging mark your presence
your aura gives mine steric hindrance


scavenger of our mental anaesthesia
you make us crave for euthanasia


i wish i could throw up in your face
either alkaline or acidic disgrace


strutting the lanes heady with pride
you're stirring your own insecticide



but for your calcareous exoskeleton
you would've been killed by dehydration