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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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