Wednesday, March 11, 2015


A mongrel died this afternoon; since ages dogs have died
No inquest, no investigation, or, wreaths laid
Unsung, unlamented, but for few barking mongrels
His funereal goodbye without much fuss or laurels.

They say you are man’s best friend, but that’s a lie
You are born to guard, give company, and a trophy be
They use you and throw you away when you are old
No way would they keep a mangy dog, heavens forbid.

They say dogs don’t deserve honour in a h’ble world
A dog is but a dog it feels no heat or cold
It can survive on waste and go to sleep whenever
It can lie anywhere in sweltering heat, rain, or, wherever.

Why do you sleep during day and howl and bark at night?
Why your internecine battles are always fought out of sight?
“Bad Dog”, “Mad Dog”, “Sad Dog”, “Dead Dog”, they often say
Without a care for your feelings, your honour, I say.

Nocturnal beings, disturbers of sleep, watch dog
Why did you die under the car’s wheel, you poor sod?
You could have died a hon’ble death, had you been bred abroad
Now here you are a “stray” into nobody’s home allowed.

I badly need a dog to take away my loneliness
How could I have adopted you in my fecklessness?
Dogs are expensive to buy and keep these days
This I can’t do unless I mend my errant ways.
Goodbye dog, be well in dog’s hell, goodbye forever!

Tuesday, January 06, 2015

The Pariah Dog

The Pariah Dog

I don’t want to be your pariah dog
Or, for that matter, your sacrificial hog.

All I want from you is some respect
Of a clean grown-up kind and aspect.

No, I don’t want your stale bread crumbs
One of the many you cast to your chums.

No, I can’t go everywhere to please you
Late nights, award nights, party nights, too.

I want to be a free bird not a pariah
I want you to know that, now, yes suh!

If you don’t want me around just say so
I will only be too glad to disappear, to go.

I don’t want to be your pariah dog
No, it won’t look good on my daily blog.

(A song in Soul, Rhythm, and Blues (SR&B) Style)

Saturday, January 03, 2015


For a cousin brother who died recently:
In a ward smelling of imminent death
You died; the doctors gave up hope
I am devastated, broken, brother
It could have been my tormented soul instead
God took you, the wrong man, and left me here.
All the days we played in the courtyard
Spent time together talking nonsense
Are those days gone and buried forever?
Will there be no repeats of those times?
We grew families, put food on tables
Working extra hours to pay the loans
Neglecting ourselves, for our wives and children
Till wrinkles, grey hair reminded us of time running out.
I was shocked to see you on the hospital bed
Looking a pale grey shadow of your self
Doctors said the disease has claimed you
And it’s today, maybe, tomorrow, can’t say.
You, brother, were a heavenly beam of light
Here on earth for infinitesimal time
Here we met in the interregnum of birth and death
And then you faded away and died.
Soman, my brother, rest in peace.

Thursday, January 01, 2015

A Happy New Year!

A Happy New Year!

(A Song to be sung Dylan style to the strumming of a guitar.)

For the people of Syria and Iraq displaced by war
A Happy New Year!

For the families of people who lost their lives aboard AirAsia QZ8501
A Happy New Year!

For the 141 military-school children, murdered in Peshawar
A Happy New Year!

For the hundreds who lost their lives and possession in floods in Kashmir
A Happy New year!

For the family of Michael Brown, killed by police in Ferguson
A Happy New Year!

For family of Steven Sotloff and Jim Foley killed by extremists in Syria
A Happy New Year!

For the homeless, old, starving, and dying without caregivers
A Happy New Year!

For the people of Ukraine trying not to let their country be split in two
A Happy New Year!

For the girls kidnapped and raped by extremists in Nigeria
A Happy New Year!

For the slaving construction labourers in the deserts of Arabia
A Happy New Year!

For sick people and people undergoing life-saving surgery in hospitals
A Happy New Year!

May the New Year be one of hope, caring, giving, compassion, and faith
A Happy New Year to you all!

Thursday, December 11, 2014


I can smile when I am in pain
I can’t laugh; not even feign
Pain is a temporary feeling,
It’s nothing but a transitioning,
From a mental state of stasis
To one of instant catharsis.

What’s a lover’s pain?
But a feeling someone can’t contain.
Pain is eternal, it has no limit
I can’t ever recall being without it
When I was an errant fool in school
Even in my flighty youth trying to be cool.

Pain devastates, leaves our life in shambles
As I grow old and as my defence crumbles
I wonder, “Was there a day that went by,
Without the pain that we endure nightly
Be it in a hospital’s operating table
Or, in pursuit of this literary dream, so noble?”

I can smile when I am in pain
But I can’t laugh; not even feign.

Friday, February 14, 2014


Dust I must, but I can’t leave it to rest
Despondent dust: it's your flaky feel I detest
They hang in cobwebs, in corners, and book cases
Little nooks, crannies, and unsuspecting places.

I get tired of this dusting and say, “oh well,”
Uninvited guests, please spare my clothes if you will
Go hang somewhere but not on my wall
If I find you someplace I'd sweep till you fall.

Dust I must, because I am allergic
Even if, perchance, it'd make me neurotic
Oh! Leave my books alone, I have just dusted them
What use are dust jackets? Thickly coated their spines become?

Up here, up there, this dust tires me, oh, they kill
Dusting all the time, agreed, is a matter of skill
Watch me do it with a duster and broom in hand
Till my house is clean; able for next the onslaught to withstand.

Wednesday, October 09, 2013


(Written after seeing disturbing images of children caught in the Syrian War on television.)

There was peace here before the guns came
The birds used to sing before darkness became.

We had water to drink and food to eat
We had grains, vegetables, and even meat.

The days were peaceful, boring, and calm
And no nights of gunfire and napalam.

We children went to school and men to work
Gunmen didn't on street corners lurk.

Bring back those days; oh, bring them back
These difficult days are hard, loads on our back.

We don't need your free clothes, food packets, and peace talks
We only need our freedom to take our children to the parks.

Leaders, it takes a few hours to declare wars
But it takes people lifetimes to forget the scars.

We live in strange lands under your polythene tents
We don't know what our country's future portends.

Mother says, "Child, tomorrow will be good, go to sleep"
But sleep won't come despite counting a hundred sheep.

Give us a chance to be once more in schools
We promise we won't break many rules!