tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268279422024-03-18T20:52:08.508-07:00Poetecstasy<a href="http://poetecstasy.blogspot.com">Poetecstasy</a>
John P. Matthew's poetry blog. Must warn you these are works in progress, which are in the process of mind-numbing cogitation and editorial angst!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-31178926839639789172017-04-04T00:37:00.000-07:002017-04-04T00:37:05.957-07:00For You, Marina Abramovic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Standing for six hours, an exhibit,<br />Seventy-two objects on the table,<br />Feathers, razors, knives, flowers, water, and a gun,<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;"><br />Were you not afraid of what they would do?</span></div>
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They made you sit,<br />So they could abuse and humiliate;<br />Slowly magnified the torture,<br />Attached things to your body,<br />Touched you to feel your skin tremble,<br />Used a razor to lacerate your neck,<br />Excoriated your tender breasts.<br />Did their glee mitigate your pain?</div>
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Experimenting with your garments,<br />Tearing up parts till you were naked,<br />Enjoying your shame.<br />Curiosity: arousal: masochism: BDSM:<br />Call it what you will,<br />It was nothing but savagery<br />Of man against his species.</div>
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Not content, not satiated,<br />Pointed a loaded gun to your head,<br />These common folks stuck rose thorns to your bosom,<br />Drove a knife between your legs.<br />They grew frenzied towards the end,<br />Searching for ways to hurt you more,<br />A gradual spiral of cruelty.<br />Were they ugly perverts in ordinary garb,<br />Looking for some distraction from boring lives?</div>
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Now, what lies inside has been revealed,<br />The cruelty lurking inside us.<br />Admire your courageous performance artistry,<br />Not even once did you flinch.<br />When they treated you as an object,<br />Why didn’t you,<br />Defend? Defend? Defend? Defend?<br />Like any human being would.</div>
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(Performance artist Marina Abramovic stood for six hours subjecting herself to an array of instruments of love and hatred. Sadly, people chose hatred.)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-50180602273081405482017-03-30T00:51:00.000-07:002017-03-30T00:51:06.847-07:00പാമ്പ് - Snake (Poem in Malayalam)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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പാമ്പ്<br />----------</div>
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ഞാൻ ഒരു പാവം പാമ്പ്<br />എന്നേ ഉപദ്രവിച്ചാലേ ഉപദ്രവിക്കു .<br />ഒരു കാലത്തു<br />എനിക്ക് കാലുണ്ടായിരുന്ന .<br />അത് എവിടെയോ പോയി .</div>
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ഇപ്പോൾ ഇഴഞ്ഞിഴഞ് നടക്കുന്നു<br />ഒരു വികാലങ്ങനെ പോലെ .</div>
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മഴയത്തും , വെയിലത്തും ,<br />കാറ്റത്തും , എല്ലാം ഇഴഞ്ഞു നടക്കും .<br />ആൾക്കാർക്കു എന്നേ കാണാൻ ഇഷ്ടമില്ല<br />തല്ലാൻ വടിയും , കല്ലും എടുക്കും<br />ഞാൻ ഓടും .</div>
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എത്രനാൾ ഇങ്ങനെ<br />ഒളിച്ചു ജീവിക്കും ?<br />അറിയില്ല .</div>
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ഞാൻ ആണ് നൂറിൽപരം<br /> ജീവികളുടെ മരണത്തിനു<br />കാരണക്കാരൻ .</div>
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ഇപ്പോൾ മതിയായി ,<br />കൊന്നതിന് ശിക്ഷ അനുഭവിക്കണം<br />നരകം ഉണ്ടോയെന്ന് അറിയില്ല<br />ഉണ്ടെങ്കിൽ അതിൽ പോകണം .<br />ആരെങ്കിലും എന്നെ<br />തല്ലിക്കൊന്നാൽ മതി<br />എന്നൊരു ആഗ്രഹം .</div>
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ഞാൻ ഒരു പാവം പാമ്പ് !</div>
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Note: will soon be translated into English.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-11730631630659072832017-02-14T01:47:00.000-08:002017-02-14T01:47:13.187-08:00Valentine's Limerick<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">They say Valentine was a saint,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Who loved to create abstracts in paint,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">The paint was pink,</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />Wine was his drink,<br />After a few sips he began to feel faint.</span><br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-41718178645012206812017-01-26T02:41:00.003-08:002017-01-26T02:41:31.225-08:00The Scream!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Too long have we suffered tyrannies of
powerful people,</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Engaged with them in their enterprise of human
deceit,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Rarely have we asked this life to be indexed,
better organised,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We fell in love, we forgot, we ignored what
is important to us.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We believed in love but love never gave us
a second chance,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">One chance too many, life seemed to whisper
in our ear,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We saw our true love disappear in train
rides, and crowded airports,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We didn’t read their histories, or, what
happened to them next.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We stared at the things we don’t have in store
windows,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We postponed the things we wanted to the nearest
future,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We didn’t mind the profanities, the
insults, written in restrooms,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We forced our habits around hardwork to
rest our heads in sleep.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We sleepwalked days chasing corporate targets,
but forgot our own,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We lost what we earned in the sweep of
cards, a turn of wheel,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We wept our sorrows in doctors’ clinics and
intensive units,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">When the needle hurt us, we shook up, and
screamed in pain.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Like mad we clung to seats in office
cubicles and conference rooms,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We said tomorrow will be ours, but tomorrow
never arrived,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We dreamed our dreams in theatres and
pleasure houses,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We were full of promise, truth be told,
those promises never came.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Our ill-health took us by surprise; we
never knew we could be sick,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We realised doctors can test and diagnose
but never heal,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We wept bitter tears when our hearts were clogged
by unhappiness,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">We wanted a quick death, but it lingered
from drugs to emergency, back to emergency.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-1439190990619962512016-11-22T02:19:00.002-08:002016-11-22T02:19:19.062-08:00Why Do We Hate?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Why do we hate:</div>
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People who are of a colour different from ours,<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />People with slanting eyes and high cheekbones,<br />People with curly hair and broad noses,<br />People with brown skin and sunken eyes.</span></div>
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People who wear cloth wound around their loins,<br />People who wear colourful turbans and grow hair,<br />People with exquisite and lush beards,<br />People who wear leather sandals.</div>
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People who eat noisily from leaves,<br />People who dance and sing freely,<br />People who talk with gestures and interjections,<br />People who walk in the wild without shoes.</div>
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People with distracted looks who create beauty,<br />People who learn and teach others about life,<br />People with a begging bowl and hungry looks,<br />People who build homes with cardboard and plastic.</div>
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People who sleep on streets in the cold and rain,<br />People with nothing to call their own, no loved ones,<br />People who hate just for the sake of hating someone,<br />Our parents who teach us all we know and to walk and talk.</div>
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XI/MMXVI</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-33858836478975211422016-10-16T00:36:00.003-07:002016-10-16T00:36:41.370-07:00The Breast Tax<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In my faraway homeland of Kerala state,</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">There used to be tax, records indicate,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Called Breast Tax, a tax on breasts</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">On women who cover their chests.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">One day, Nangeli covered her chest,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The Pravathiyar grew wild and upset,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“Pay the tax, at once,” he said,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“I will not,” said Nangeli, unafraid.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“You defy the law and thus your King,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">For this you will do some lamenting,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">You shall be whipped and made to pay,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The price of trespass will come your way.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Grabbing breasts, she cleaved it with sickle,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Watching people cried, “Don’t be so
fickle.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Laid them on leaves, presented to
Pravathiyar,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“Here’s your tax!” she said, as he watched
in horror.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Nangeli died, whereupon the tax was
withdrawn,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“It’s not right,” said the owner of the
crown.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">“Women will have all rights in my kingdom,”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Thereafter, it’s said, women were harassed
seldom.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-40497476438922539252016-10-05T04:32:00.002-07:002017-03-07T06:07:45.985-08:00“The Jungle,” Calais, 2016<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Here we die slowly, he said, in our land it’s quicker,<br />
Slow death is our choice, as the pain is bearable and boring,<br />
In "The Jungle," at least, we are alive and breathing in the cold.<br />
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A thousand bombs rained on us in the desert and children cried,<br />
Their mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, disappeared every night,<br />
A million shrapnels in their bodies, a cry frozen on their lips.<br />
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Here, it’s cold; our lands are hot, sweltering,<br />
Reeking of gun smoke and smell of cordite burning,<br />
The mornings we forage for food and water amidst the ruins.<br />
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In the refugee camp our bones slowly chill with the cold,<br />
Our flesh freeze, we submit to the endless hostile gaze,<br />
The batons of power rain blows on us, but, that's okay.<br />
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It’s no different this land and the one we have left,<br />
It’s both ruled by powerful men with guns and tanks,<br />
War lords who are lobbied by ruthless corporations.<br />
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Yes, we die slowly here, so that our children might live,<br />
Sleepless, they stumble out of our flimsy tents into the cold,<br />
There’s no place to play tag or learn alphabets here.<br />
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We never asked for wars or guns in our lands,<br />
It's their endless wars fought in Councils and Assemblies,<br />
They sold us guns and when the money was gone, sent food packets.<br />
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"The Jungle," Calais, France, is not far from Paris,<br />
Twelve dead in the Charlie Hebdo shooting made big news,<br />
In my country one shell kills twenty, and, they say, it isn't news.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-78338385383835973252016-08-28T05:21:00.000-07:002016-08-28T05:21:38.486-07:00A Failed Writer’s Anatomy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Your brain is a jumble of unwritten words,<br />
Your head is as bald as the Avonian bard’s,<br />
Your teeth are chipped, those that exist are sallow,<br />
Your eyes are jaundiced and are turning yellow.<br />
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Too many hours have you spent reading,<br />
Other’s words, that you have tried correcting.<br />
Your hands are calloused from too much writing,<br />
Your skin is like parchment with no sunning.<br />
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Sitting too many hours has added to your girth,<br />
I say you must stand up and write, forthwith.<br />
Your heart’s irregular, yes, you can feel its beat,<br />
You can sense it to be your greatest defeat.<br />
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Your stomach bulges with excessive beer,<br />
Will it hold? You live in constant fear.<br />
Your chest has sunk into your rib cage,<br />
Your collar bones fight a losing scrimmage.<br />
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Your shoulders slouch and your back is bent,<br />
Poring over proofs your editor has sent.<br />
Your legs are weak you can’t stand straight<br />
They can’t bear your body’s hulking weight.<br />
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It’s only fair that you abandon your writing,<br />
Take up copy writing or letter drafting.<br />
Or, be a critic who wantonly pans books<br />
And, vanquish egos of those pompous crooks.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-82913091229101404892016-07-23T06:22:00.002-07:002016-07-23T06:22:23.094-07:00The Closed Door<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB">I wonder what’s happening behind <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The closed decorative door of your mind?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Yes, I can open that door only if you open<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Your mind and let me inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I know, I will find the shattered shards<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Of many broken dreams there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">But I promise to step lightly,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Broken dreams can fragment at the slightest
touch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I will not let the mad rain drench you,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Or, let the fiery sun scorch you and the
ornate door to ash.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I am sure behind the beautiful carved door;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I will find lonely hours of cravings and
passionate sighs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Longings that turned into milky secretions,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Behind creaky hinges, stained pillows, and
fungal growths.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I think you decided to close the door in
the flush of adulthood,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">When you decided no doors must be left
open.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It may be dark behind those closed doors,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It may suffocate a human and many hungry
rodents and pests.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">No light may filter through the cracks and
crevices,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">So for clarity there is no hope of ingress.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I know, it must be chillingly cold or
melting hot,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Depending upon the season.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">But I see a wind weeping outside your door,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Please allow it in, so it can purify the
insides.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I will not disturb anything, I will only
tread on<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">The threshold to see what others have not
seen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Whether you are fed, clothed, sanitised,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">In accordance to the custom and observance
of the land.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Or, if you are being prepared to be sent,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">To another closed door far away in a
stranger’s company.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">VII/MMXVI</span></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-14638571137627179362016-07-09T03:55:00.002-07:002016-07-09T03:55:24.059-07:00The Power Is Gone, My Dear!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<br />
Waking up I say: the power is gone, dear,<br />
Can’t pump water, but don’t despair,<br />
The fridge will not work, my dear,<br />
For the food gone stale don’t shed a tear.<br />
<br />
My dear, it’s dark because the lights are out,<br />
Step carefully, and please don’t you shout<br />
At the servant. She is not the reason,<br />
It’s the doing of the ministry in season.<br />
<br />
The cell phone battery is way down,<br />
You can’t call a taxi to go shopping in town.<br />
Except in emergency you can’t call or chat,<br />
Until it’s recharged from the very start.<br />
<br />
They say they will fix it in two days,<br />
That would mean a week, anyways.<br />
Can’t chat with our abroad-living son,<br />
Without power the internet won’t function.<br />
<br />
There’s no water so we can’t bathe,<br />
Let’s eat stale food and go to bed straight.<br />
Tomorrow, dear, is another day of powerlessness,<br />
The government doesn’t care for its uselessness.<br />
<br />
Can I fix anything? At least, the back-up?<br />
No dear! There’s no liquid in that damn set-up.<br />
Unfortunately, no television soap operas or reality shows,<br />
This here is reality; not a chimera the world follows.<br />
<br />
Note: On a recent trip to my home state of Kerala, following heavy rains, there was no power for almost a week. This was written then. Just to show how in a connected world everything we do is dependent on electricity.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-86758414861013268592016-06-11T01:28:00.001-07:002016-06-11T01:28:26.852-07:00Rain's Reply<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">The rain asked the earth, are you quenched?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Is your body properly drenched?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">The earth said yes,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">But what will i do with this mess?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Rain said 'do what you will, no conditions attached.'</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-44633560519541888792016-05-27T06:54:00.003-07:002016-05-27T06:54:52.040-07:00If Death Comes Calling Tonight! (Villanelle)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<br />
If death comes calling tonight,<br />
Clad in robes of silken black,<br />
Hasten, hasten, it before the first light.<br />
<br />
<br />
After the fading of early twilight,<br />
If the end comes, do not turn it back,<br />
If death comes calling tonight.<br />
<br />
<br />
Hide him in shadows, if the light’s too bright,<br />
And do not let time turn in its track,<br />
Hasten, hasten, it before the first light.<br />
<br />
<br />
To leave the world and end the long fight,<br />
He concedes, he fought bravely, nary much luck,<br />
If death comes calling tonight.<br />
<br />
<br />
It can come in some fancy flight,<br />
A gun, a bomb, or, a rumble and quake,<br />
Hasten, hasten, it before the first light.<br />
<br />
<br />
Sorry world, all this was so fleeting, alright,<br />
He has no regrets, no turning back,<br />
If death comes calling tonight,<br />
Hasten, hasten, it before the first light.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-85343477574069175502016-05-02T01:47:00.000-07:002016-05-02T01:47:01.268-07:00Ode on a Grecian Crisis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Thou urn of Gods, Holy Grail, cornucopia</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Of learning and poetry harking back to
Athenium.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Thou born of wars of Thermopylae and battle
of Platea</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Fierce battles that raged in seas of
Artemisium.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Thou art bankrupt, now begging for succour
from Germany</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Can’t believe this fate has fallen on the
country of Herodotus.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Failed state, basket case they say of thy finances</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">What happened to the vanquishers of the
army of mighty Darius?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Stories of thy valour and munificence there
are many,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Narratives sprung from Epistles lacking in
nuances.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Dost thou have no money to pay thy
pensioners?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Have thou no resources to manage thy historic
debts?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">What of the poor and destitute and thy farmers?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Dost thou have money to pay thy commanders
and cadets?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Thy combined forces under Leonidas defeated
Persia,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Routed the navy of Persians under thy
warrior Themistocles.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Athens and Sparta were once thy prosperous
kingdoms,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Wisdom was once disbursed by thy son the great
Socrates.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Thou could have created a mighty empire
throughout Asia,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Yet thou were satisfied to lord over thine own
fiefdoms.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Yes we have heard of the great Agamemnon and
Helen,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Sure we have read about the great warrior
Achilles.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">But, today, world economy is dominated by
Janet Yellen</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">And the men who work in the White Houses on
Capitol Hills.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Did you forget you were the world’s first
democracy?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Or, did you forget your ancestors’ great
history?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Have you forgotten Achilles’ fury over death
of Patroclus,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">As told by Homer in Iliad, your grandest
story?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">If you don’t think this is all myth-making
and hypocrisy?</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Then go to Germany and Europe and settle
your dues.</span></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-28420306585446253162016-04-25T04:50:00.003-07:002016-04-29T01:06:10.384-07:00Meet Mr. John Nobody<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
(With apologies to Poet Dom Moraes)</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
I</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
Glad to meet you, poet born to somebody,
Cheeky jowls, languid hair, and plump of body,
With glasses slipping down your nose,
A receding chin and lips as a wilted rose.</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
Alright, you lived for poetry and prose,
A life sacrificed at the altar lachrymose,
You married beautiful women and left them,
Because, bored of them you soon became.</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
You were anointed; you were God’s child,
Your verses were mellow, but were angst filled,
The pages of history’s sinister happening,
You chronicled without a sigh or sorrowing.</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
They called you a promising child prodigy,
It’s so sad your life ended in tragedy,
Writing in flawless iambic pentameter,
While drinking liquor in bottles by the litre.</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
Though your life was troubled, t’was not bad,
I know of unread poets who have gone mad,
You confidently walked the road of fame,
Nobody said an unkind word, or, of shame.</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
The world in which you travelled and wrote,
These days is full of show and self-promote,
Today poetry slammers face audience in anger,
In their minds no any compassion linger.</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
II</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
Now, please, meet Mr. John Nobody,
Writer of vain and vapid prosody,
Bearer of considerable self-inflicted pain,
Singer of many a rock-star-poets’ refrain.</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
He is a poet of utter nothingness,
Prone to long bouts of carelessness,
He writes poems that no one publishes,
To save him from ignominy and the blushes.</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
Once in a while he makes a few submissions,
Which come back replete with outright rejections,
How then would he make a poet’s pre-eminence,
Before he reaches his state of senescence.</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
In writers’ fora he has tarried too much,
Closed poetry circles he tried vainly to breach,
But the bitch goddess wouldn’t post a smiley,
On his attempt to essay metaphor and simile.</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
John Nobody thinks there was life on Mars,
And it self-destructed in a few millennial years,
Likewise life here on earth is not eternal,
It’s only a few years from an atomic infernal.</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #141823; direction: ltr; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px auto 28px; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 700px; word-wrap: break-word;">
So, John Nobody doesn’t mind much the anonymity,
He constantly absents from events with regularity,
When he dies, he says, don’t grieve, instead, drink Moet,
On his grave write, “He doesn’t mind being re-born a poet.”</div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-35161755357741468532016-02-27T03:59:00.002-08:002016-03-04T01:27:10.492-08:00Guns and Cameras<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">These days, gunfire and cameras</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">make the same sound:</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">rat-a-tat, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">rat-a-tat.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">One kills; the other </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">immortalises,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">what comes first?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I don’t know.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">In these extreme days,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">when guns crackle in snow and heat,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">the cameras pan,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">debris and dead bodies.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Those that didn’t face</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">the cold steel metal, say:</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">“It was me,”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">“It was me,”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">“that the bullet missed.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Why? I don’t know.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Those days before Kalashnikovs,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">and Berettas were invented</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">killing a man was called murder</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">“Lock ‘im up,”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">“Lock ‘im up.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Nowadays the military-industrialists,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">kill millions,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">yet, we hail them as keepers of democracy.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">These days gunfire and cameras</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">make the same sound:</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">rat-a-tat,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">rat-a-tat.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">One kills; the other </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">immortalises,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">what comes first?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I don’t know.</span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-GB">III/MMXVI</span></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-65530249069140601752016-02-15T04:00:00.003-08:002016-02-15T04:00:56.547-08:00Nirbhaya – The Beast Is Out on the Street<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<br />
Nirbhaya, that night were you shy,<br />
To go on a date with a guy?<br />
What did you wear for them to complain?<br />
Was it too short, too long, or, profane?<br />
<br />
The word is out on the street<br />
Out on the street is the beast<br />
He is hungry for his daily treat<br />
His manner is rakish and upbeat.<br />
<br />
To your parents you were like a son<br />
They were happy the day you’re born.<br />
The eldest one to carry their burden<br />
When all this happened, of a sudden.<br />
<br />
The word is out on the street<br />
Out on the street is the beast<br />
He is hungry for his daily treat<br />
His manner is rakish and upbeat.<br />
<br />
Millions of hearts grieved your passing<br />
Thousands lined up at India Gate chanting.<br />
But, can they bring you back, I ask?<br />
From the other world, no easy task.<br />
<br />
The word is out on the street<br />
Out on the street is the beast<br />
He is hungry for his daily treat<br />
His manner is rakish and upbeat.<br />
<br />
The gruesome details we have read<br />
On television shows it was shared.<br />
They tore your insides with an iron rod<br />
The beasts laughed when you cried out loud.<br />
<br />
The word is out on the street<br />
Out on the street is the beast<br />
His manner is rakish and upbeat<br />
He is hungry for his daily treat.<br />
<br />
They put the juvenile in a centre for correction<br />
How will he right the damage, beg your pardon?<br />
They let him out with cash and sewing machine<br />
Into the streets where he spilled your intestine.<br />
<br />
The word is out on the street<br />
Out on the street is the beast<br />
He is hungry for his daily treat<br />
His manner is rakish and upbeat.<br />
<br />
Thousands still grieve when they say your name<br />
Men bow their repentant heads in shame.<br />
That’s because a beast lurks in every man<br />
A savage beast that can’t resist a woman.<br />
<br />
The word is out on the street<br />
Out on the street is the beast<br />
He is hungry for his daily treat<br />
His manner is rakish and upbeat.<br />
<br />
The beast is going into the streets again<br />
Unrepentant and ready to rape and malign.<br />
He is insolent they say in the papers<br />
He will do the same with girls and lovers.<br />
<br />
The word is out on the street<br />
Out on the street is the beast<br />
He is hungry for his daily treat<br />
His manner is rakish and upbeat.<br />
<br />
At India Gate they hold slogans and prepare<br />
To scream themselves hoarse and despair.<br />
The savage is out again, radiant in lust<br />
Get away, stay away from this recidivist.<br />
<br />
The word is out on the street<br />
Out on the street is the beast<br />
He is hungry for his daily treat<br />
His manner is rakish and upbeat.<br />
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II/MMXVI</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-18389486092883889162016-02-02T04:25:00.001-08:002016-04-29T01:34:26.027-07:00Homs, Syria, 2016<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB">I<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Today, Homs, Syria</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">stretches for miles without gates,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">a field without a fence</span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB">nothing worth protecting.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Anyone can walk in holding a gun,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">and plunder its treasures,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">rape its women,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">and radicalise its children.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Homs is a ghost city</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">wiped clean from the map,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">its walls bombed back to the stone age,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">its neighbourhoods and street names,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">turned to debris and dust.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Homs perchance was </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">my imaginary ancestors' birthplace,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">and tears roll down when i see,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Homs, my ancestral land, today,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">torn and twisted by bombs and mortar,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">crumpled buildings, empty doorways,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">vacant spaces where people lived,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">and fled, in utter panic,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">from death, rape, and terror.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Those people, those refugees,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">"boat people," "tent people," without rights,</span></div>
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want to lead a normal boring life,</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">like the rest of us,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">and, find a place to cry and stifle sobs.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">For them Homs, Syria, was once</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">a city of sunny streets and languid
squares,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">beside the beautiful Qattinah lake,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">on the banks of the Orontes river,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">built by Roman maurauders,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">alas! no more, destroyed by another.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">II<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">In Homs, Syria, my ancestral land,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">nothing moves, nothing except maniacal
metal,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">from barrels cast from steel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The vestiges of its culture are torn down,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">churches and mosques are but rubble,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">there are no homes, roads, or, parks,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">schools have been shut long ago,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">and desks have been burnt,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">and children woken from sleep</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">by singeing fires and crash of concrete</span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB">and told to go wash their faces in fire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Neither do I want to visit Homs,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">nor, do i want to walk its streets,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">it’s a ghost city when darkness falls,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">nary a mongrel's barks there,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">or, morning chirps of birds,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">it’s not home to anybody,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">its water poisoned by death,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">its fields planted with gelatine mines,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">it's said there are more land mines,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">than blades of grass.</span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span>
It’s a wasteland, this once thriving city,<br />
which its inhabitants abandoned,<br />
they say it’s the new biblical exodus,<br />
of Moses, Aaron, and Joshua,<br />
leading Israelites into the promised land,<br />
Where peace still remains elusive.<br />
Across the seas in the coldest of lands,<br />
they wait in long lines in the rain and cold<br />
to rebuild their lives,<br />
wash, clean, and cook,<br />
send children to schools,<br />
waiting to be given visas and work permits,<br />
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to re-build new colonies and ghettos.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-33973624490114956482015-12-29T05:27:00.004-08:002015-12-29T05:27:43.654-08:00Smart City<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB">Build me a smart city that borders the
seas,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">By Malabar Hill where there’s plenty of
breeze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Where flowers grow on uncluttered streets,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And single-screen theatres play old movies.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Build me a walled city that’s free of
crime,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Where no one slumbers on avenues of slime.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Appoint a policeman who is honest and smart,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Who won’t bend down to robbers and farts!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Build me a city where people don’t roam
aimlessly,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And, work on jobs around the corner, yes,
seriously!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Two bedrooms, hall, and kitchen would do
fine,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">To spend insomniac nights of lying supine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Build me a city where cell phones don't rob
sleep,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Where friendships are real and grudges
don't keep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Where friends, wherever they are, return
urgent calls,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And, aren't just smirking pictures on
walls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Build me a city where Internet and wi-fi
are free,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">There’s no need to pay income tax or
parking fee.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Where media is not always breaking false
news<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And ad jingles don't turn ear worm and
confuse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Build me a city where nights are not
darkness wrapped,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Where women are unmolested and girls
unraped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Where homeless people can sleep in night
shelter,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Where smiles are warm and free is laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Build me a city where men don’t dart into
hellholes,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">To biometric systems and cubicles without
souls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Then train-compressed commute to their tiny
flats,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">To canned laughter and inane dramatic
plots.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Build me a city where rain doesn’t lives
disrupt,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Where sewage doesn’t overflow and streets
are swept.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Where a man can lay his tired head on a
bed,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And say, “Oh, it was a bad, but you will
always be loved.”</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-86253901932987133152015-11-24T22:53:00.001-08:002015-11-24T22:53:00.570-08:00Leaving the Country!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15.456px;">What's this about leaving the country,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15.456px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15.456px;">As if we don't need talented gentry,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15.456px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15.456px;">Where do stars disappear?</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15.456px;"><br />And then in the night appear?<br />"Twinkle, twinkle," said my friend from Rajahmundry!</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-7768504970235356162015-10-23T05:47:00.001-07:002015-10-23T05:47:27.193-07:00Limerick: Cattle Thief<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This limerick just happened. I don't know, it fell from the sky:</div>
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Once in village Kidangoor there was a cattle thief<br />He was accused of killing cattle and eating beef<br />Once he had some chicken<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />With bird flu it was stricken<br />He died; in heaven he gave up meat and turned a new leaf!</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-59671319509338565982015-10-05T04:46:00.000-07:002015-10-05T04:46:01.988-07:00GIRL STUMBLES IN MALL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">You walk on heels to the crowded mall<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">On the tiles you trip and fall<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">On your orange rain shoes light<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">And blue jeans oh! So tight<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">You back pack gets soaking wet<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">You swing it sideways to your breast<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Your hair gets wet and matted<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">You aren’t aware of guys besotted<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">You furl your wet green umbrella<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">What’re you staring at old fella?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Then you trip and stumble again<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">In a puddle created by the rain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">You are a girl just out of school<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Here to date that awkward young fool<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Maybe he is not the boy for you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">You should go find someone new<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Perhaps he’s not worth your while<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Nor is he of your station and style<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Does he hurt you and black mail?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Does he tease, cajole, and rail?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">I follow you to the crappy food court<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">In a sea of plastic; see him, wasted sort<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">His hair like uncut grass standing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">P’haps needs soap and scrubbing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Skeletal looks, pants slipping down<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Arrogance on face and on brows a frown<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">In which social network did you find this ape?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Looks like he does molest and rape.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Well, he is not your type, so let him go<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Why do you hang on to these types, so?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Then I see you stumble, one last time<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Here’s my opinion, ask for it anytime<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">Don’t end up a junkie ‘cos of your choice<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Kartika, serif;">He is not worth it, just take my advice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-39653087002219589792015-08-29T07:37:00.003-07:002015-08-29T07:37:49.646-07:00A Failed Writer’s Anatomy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your
brain is a jumble of unwritten words<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your
head is as bald as the Avonian bard’s<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your
teeth are chipped, those that exist are sallow<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your
eyes are jaundiced and are turning yellow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Too
many hours have you spent reading<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Other’s
words that you have tried correcting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your
hands are calloused from too much writing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your
skin is like parchment with no sunning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Sitting
too many hours has added to your girth<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">I say
you must stand up and write, forthwith.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your
heart’s irregular, yes, you can feel its beat<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">You
can sense it to be your greatest defeat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your
stomach bulges with excessive beer<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Will
it hold? You live in constant fear<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your
chest has sunk into your rib cage<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your collar
bones fight a losing scrimmage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your
phallus droops like a lifeless exclamation<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your
balls have run dry from too much fornication<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Your
legs are weak you can’t stand straight<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">They
can’t bear your body’s hulking weight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">It’s
only fair that you abandon your writing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Take
up copy writing or letter drafting<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">Or,
be a critic who wantonly demolishes books<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Kartika","serif";">And, the
tender egos of those pompous crooks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-57918024712065124472015-08-05T04:34:00.002-07:002015-08-05T04:34:50.121-07:00YOU ARE ADDICTED<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
You reach out to people in anger<br />
But they don’t let you touch<br />
Contact with you is dangerous.<br />
You babble; you waffle for help<br />
But they don’t hear anything.<br />
You are afraid of falling again<br />
You pause on the brink<br />
You dance to a rhythm, lacking harmony.<br />
You know what you desire<br />
You think it’s so near<br />
But you can’t have it.<br />
You know money’s the problem<br />
You know you can’t steal it<br />
Have it; spend it;<br />
Trash it; earn it.<br />
<br />
Because you are addicted,<br />
Because you aren’t yet de-addicted,<br />
Because they lost hope, now you can’t be treated.<br />
<br />
So, you teeter on the edge<br />
Stumble on the ledge<br />
Careen on the slender scarcement<br />
Hold on to your perch<br />
Scared you will lose hold<br />
And come crashing down the embankment.<br />
They are waiting for you to fall<br />
They enjoy seeing people plunge<br />
And crumble into blood and broken bones.<br />
<br />
Because you know you are addicted<br />
Because you are delimited<br />
Because, too late, you cannot be adjusted.<br />
<br />
There are no heights you haven’t scaled<br />
No depths you haven’t dived<br />
You step into home and say “Sorry Mom, Dad,”<br />
They know there will be no return<br />
There can’t be any compromise.<br />
You wish you had better parents<br />
You wish you lived in another age<br />
On a mount called Cumbala Hill<br />
On a street named Nepean Sea Road<br />
In a city risen from the sea of Arabia<br />
Smelling of dried fish and sea weed.<br />
<br />
Because you know you are addicted<br />
Because of what uncles and aunts predicted<br />
Because of the way you conducted.<br />
<br />
You are alone, always lonely<br />
You stare into space, silent<br />
Every time you sit down<br />
You gravitate to that familiar space<br />
That hides a leashed beast inside<br />
Nerves tingling, hands shaking.<br />
Withdrawal visits in a moment too soon<br />
You curl like a fetus<br />
You roar like an animal<br />
You scream and moan like a canine.<br />
<br />
Because you are addicted<br />
As they had predicted<br />
Once they have stealthily detected<br />
Your mock cremation has been conducted.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-56029092489670484592015-07-22T04:16:00.001-07:002015-08-03T03:44:44.125-07:00PLUTO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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PLUTO'S HEART</div>
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">The heart that’s on Pluto isn’t benign</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">It’s a torn and bitter heart, full of regrets</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">It’s a heart that yearned for something</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">All of which came to nothing.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">When the solar system was born</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Pluto wanted to be near the sun</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">It wanted to be the red hot planet, Venus</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Was denied and then slunk to a corner.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Pluto was the original Venus</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">The planet of love and beauty</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">But Venus’ jealousy won the day</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Pluto was cast away, broken-hearted.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">The Planets laughed at Pluto's misfortune</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Their laughter was a galactic scream</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">They rejoiced in its abject misery</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">As if a hypocrite has been unmasked, shamed.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">More insults came when it was downgraded</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">And called a piece of rock, not a planet</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Pluto wept tears; didn’t say a word</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Its tears had turned to ice in a far orbit.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Now they say Pluto is like the earth</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">It knows what it is to love and forsake</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">In its tender heart is a fiery wound</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Never to heal, no, not even with cosmic love.</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219760381898565039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827942.post-14202976237457953882015-07-13T05:39:00.003-07:002015-07-13T05:39:21.028-07:00Terms and Conditions Apply<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I love you dearly<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />Following terms and conditions apply<br />Our marriage will be in five star hotel only<br />Terms and conditions apply<br />You will prepare food the Malayali way<br />Terms and conditions apply<br />Sambar must have ten ingredients<br />Terms and conditions apply<br />Vegetables must be sliced small<br />Terms and conditions apply<br />The broth must be thick<br />Terms and conditions apply<br />The rice must be boiled brown rice<br />Terms and conditions apply<br />It must not be too sticky<br />Terms and conditions apply<br />Thorans must not be repeated every day<br />Terms and conditions apply<br />Mezhukuvaraty must be made in coconut oil<br />Terms and conditions apply<br />Idlis must be soft and fluffy<br />Terms and conditions apply<br />Vadas must be crisp and crunchy<br />Terms and conditions apply<br />If you are agreeable dear please sign this prenuptial agreement<br />Hereinafter, wife-to-be my terms and conditions apply.</span></div>
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