The Wrestler

Blood on the canvas The sweat drenched carnival The lights above us The 3 count and it will be over The curtain call; the passing of the torch. The ‘roids have kicked in; the veins are engorged. A career taking bumps, the lost brain cells The deathmatches, the last man standings, the hell in the […]

‘MURICA

It is hysterical that a criminal is a vestibule to the inner demons of a bloody afternoon that was created long back by a road map of kidnap of chance to those that worked hard & maintained patience by men … that will condone a woman not being able to choose whether she wants a […]

Must be her

What abysmal plot is this devious life? Lovers by day, strangers by night. Masquerade, facade & charade. Laughter, kisses, smiles & wait. Drifting words with coffee on an afternoon. Petrichor on the first day of monsoon. Eyes, scent, embrace & wait. Days going slow, but years running late. Through the cracks of the draught of […]

some other day

Hello, my dear old friend. I hope we can go back to how it began. Beyond the screens, the chimneys & the steam. Before the gourmet, buffets & ice cream. Beyond the clouds of smoke & the slavery of nine to five To a place where the only worry is that play ground with the […]

Children’s kites

On the confession stand, I ain’t the true man. Do you forgive the sins when I stagger back drunk again? Shining through the still road, comes a bike from far away. Burning the street & burning the light, he plans to not stay On the brink of utter destruction, he will fight them all. Even […]

The harmonica

Somewhere in the distance, the man in the shadows holds a play There is no depth to the circus, the old men say On their knees, arms folded, they get together & pray Sight charred, broken arms, waiting for the new day. Let it be stated & confessed, every hour is a punishment Crowded to […]

The Last Lear

Through the paintings on wall And the tapestries made of gold Simmering on the surface Just beneath the visible layer Is the dying truth The Last Lear And the paintings were sold And the tapestries are now old But the lustre of the truth remains Though invisible to those that can’t comprehend The beginning of […]

Planet Earth. Just one.

Kings and queens bow down their heads For the light beyond the big red’s nest And on those grounds unfounded Comes that nefarious sound And the grounds rattle, breaking the shackles Of the violence caused by man And the reality dawns, from the crooked bones That all is grain of sand. And while I take […]

Renounce The Obvious

The principle concept of socialisation is to get more clarity and insight into one’s own mind. The best listeners that listen, listen to get insight into their psyche. The speakers speak to know more. Approval or disapproval are secondary. The process of either learning, un-learning or relearning is the ultimate goal. If your biases change, […]

again

the society swallows the reality in gossip truth disappears like tears in rain. nothing hurts, everyone goes about their day no thoughts, no feelings, no pain. the silence swallows what could have been. the truth slips away like sand from the hand. with each unsaid word, a new beginning dies i ask you to believe […]

drifting sentences

An unexamined life is not worth living. Giving ‘meaning’ to life is a vital distinction between human beings & others. There is a difference between the hatred of the oppressor & the oppressed. Who knows what was the meaning of everything we lived, I am just glad I lived it. Religion ruins life. Weak men […]

reality/fantasy

i know the reality of the world but for my sanity the fantasy shall remain grieved by the hunger enshrined and the dead and rotten raised for the divine fastidious gods fed by drunken knaves solicitous and blind to the slaves corrupt lords & dead ladies crimson rivers and smothered babies i know the reality […]

R.

Repudiation. Of the reality that everything is numbered. The wrinkles on the face are increasing just like the candles on the cake. The lessons learnt many & the experiences few. The pages piling up on the desk more than the stamps on the passport. The wallet is getting thicker but the time to spend it […]

Always

This is the note I always carry in my wallet. In the time of your life, live—so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches. Seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of its hiding place and let […]