Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Leaving the Country!

What's this about leaving the country,
As if we don't need talented gentry,
Where do stars disappear?
And then in the night appear?
"Twinkle, twinkle," said my friend from Rajahmundry!

Friday, October 23, 2015

Limerick: Cattle Thief

This limerick just happened. I don't know, it fell from the sky:

Once in village Kidangoor there was a cattle thief
He was accused of killing cattle and eating beef
Once he had some chicken
With bird flu it was stricken
He died; in heaven he gave up meat and turned a new leaf!

Monday, October 05, 2015


You walk on heels to the crowded mall
On the tiles you trip and fall
On your orange rain shoes light
And blue jeans oh! So tight
You back pack gets soaking wet
You swing it sideways to your breast
Your hair gets wet and matted
You aren’t aware of guys besotted
You furl your wet green umbrella
What’re you staring at old fella?
Then you trip and stumble again
In a puddle created by the rain.

You are a girl just out of school
Here to date that awkward young fool
Maybe he is not the boy for you
You should go find someone new
Perhaps he’s not worth your while
Nor is he of your station and style
Does he hurt you and black mail?
Does he tease, cajole, and rail?

I follow you to the crappy food court
In a sea of plastic; see him, wasted sort
His hair like uncut grass standing
P’haps needs soap and scrubbing
Skeletal looks, pants slipping down
Arrogance on face and on brows a frown
In which social network did you find this ape?
Looks like he does molest and rape.

Well, he is not your type, so let him go
Why do you hang on to these types, so?
Then I see you stumble, one last time
Here’s my opinion, ask for it anytime
Don’t end up a junkie ‘cos of your choice
He is not worth it, just take my advice.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

A Failed Writer’s Anatomy

Your brain is a jumble of unwritten words
Your head is as bald as the Avonian bard’s
Your teeth are chipped, those that exist are sallow
Your eyes are jaundiced and are turning yellow.

Too many hours have you spent reading
Other’s words that you have tried correcting.
Your hands are calloused from too much writing
Your skin is like parchment with no sunning.

Sitting too many hours has added to your girth
I say you must stand up and write, forthwith.
Your heart’s irregular, yes, you can feel its beat
You can sense it to be your greatest defeat.

Your stomach bulges with excessive beer
Will it hold? You live in constant fear
Your chest has sunk into your rib cage
Your collar bones fight a losing scrimmage.

Your phallus droops like a lifeless exclamation
Your balls have run dry from too much fornication
Your legs are weak you can’t stand straight
They can’t bear your body’s hulking weight.

It’s only fair that you abandon your writing
Take up copy writing or letter drafting
Or, be a critic who wantonly demolishes books

And, the tender egos of those pompous crooks.

Wednesday, August 05, 2015


You reach out to people in anger
But they don’t let you touch
Contact with you is dangerous.
You babble; you waffle for help
But they don’t hear anything.
You are afraid of falling again
You pause on the brink
You dance to a rhythm, lacking harmony.
You know what you desire
You think it’s so near
But you can’t have it.
You know money’s the problem
You know you can’t steal it
Have it; spend it;
Trash it; earn it.

Because you are addicted,
Because you aren’t yet de-addicted,
Because they lost hope, now you can’t be treated.

So, you teeter on the edge
Stumble on the ledge
Careen on the slender scarcement
Hold on to your perch
Scared you will lose hold
And come crashing down the embankment.
They are waiting for you to fall
They enjoy seeing people plunge
And crumble into blood and broken bones.

Because you know you are addicted
Because you are delimited
Because, too late, you cannot be adjusted.

There are no heights you haven’t scaled
No depths you haven’t dived
You step into home and say “Sorry Mom, Dad,”
They know there will be no return
There can’t be any compromise.
You wish you had better parents
You wish you lived in another age
On a mount called Cumbala Hill
On a street named Nepean Sea Road
In a city risen from the sea of Arabia
Smelling of dried fish and sea weed.

Because you know you are addicted
Because of what uncles and aunts predicted
Because of the way you conducted.

You are alone, always lonely
You stare into space, silent
Every time you sit down
You gravitate to that familiar space
That hides a leashed beast inside
Nerves tingling, hands shaking.
Withdrawal visits in a moment too soon
You curl like a fetus
You roar like an animal
You scream and moan like a canine.

Because you are addicted
As they had predicted
Once they have stealthily detected
Your mock cremation has been conducted.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015


The heart that’s on Pluto isn’t benign
It’s a torn and bitter heart, full of regrets
It’s a heart that yearned for something
All of which came to nothing.

When the solar system was born
Pluto wanted to be near the sun
It wanted to be the red hot planet, Venus
Was denied and then slunk to a corner.

Pluto was the original Venus
The planet of love and beauty
But Venus’ jealousy won the day
Pluto was cast away, broken-hearted.

The Planets laughed at Pluto's misfortune
Their laughter was a galactic scream
They rejoiced in its abject misery
As if a hypocrite has been unmasked, shamed.

More insults came when it was downgraded
And called a piece of rock, not a planet
Pluto wept tears; didn’t say a word
Its tears had turned to ice in a far orbit.

Now they say Pluto is like the earth
It knows what it is to love and forsake
In its tender heart is a fiery wound
Never to heal, no, not even with cosmic love.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Terms and Conditions Apply

I love you dearly
Following terms and conditions apply
Our marriage will be in five star hotel only
Terms and conditions apply
You will prepare food the Malayali way
Terms and conditions apply
Sambar must have ten ingredients
Terms and conditions apply
Vegetables must be sliced small
Terms and conditions apply
The broth must be thick
Terms and conditions apply
The rice must be boiled brown rice
Terms and conditions apply
It must not be too sticky
Terms and conditions apply
Thorans must not be repeated every day
Terms and conditions apply
Mezhukuvaraty must be made in coconut oil
Terms and conditions apply
Idlis must be soft and fluffy
Terms and conditions apply
Vadas must be crisp and crunchy
Terms and conditions apply
If you are agreeable dear please sign this prenuptial agreement
Hereinafter, wife-to-be my terms and conditions apply.