I reassured her that she was Beautiful

but this was after she had reassured me that I was Insane.

You Can't , She Won't

My friend I write this especially for you

for I feel you know not what you are about to do

and all this while you have so many expectations

unrealistic , fantastic and far removed from reality

contrived by a gullible and over optimistic mind.

You who pass your time in the lap of indolence

you who thrive on unkempt apparels

you who have no notion of cleanliness

you who has no need for a broom.

May I ask thee what prompted you

to willfully relinquish these luxuries

which heaven did bestow upon thee

for just being a member of the darker sex?

In this age where gender equality

and female emancipation is the outcry

do you thing it will be possible

for you to fish of laziness fry?

Do you think that your fate

shall be as lucky as that of one Patriarch

who merely dropped a hat to see

his clothes washed , house cleaned

meals served , needs fulfilled

and no whim ever weaned.

So, don't forget to hire help

to wash your dirty linen

because You Can't and She Won't.

Hire help to sweep the floors

and dust off the windows and the doors

because You can't and she won't.

And for future reference would you consider

on not planning on having a kitchen

for who will cook?

You Can't and she won't.

I am not averse to change myself

am not that obdurate

but as you see it shall increase your worries

if such a thing consummates.

You talk a lot and we hear you out

this too will change without a doubt

for once you but sniff matrimony

you can't and she won't.

Feel At Home Sire.

Having been roaming around a lot of late
both within and beyond the University Gate
after the lectures , before them too
sometimes during them, is that something new?

Eating has been the main concern
my movements and moods does it premptorily govern

Have walked , have driven and have boarded local transport
been to places which I couldn't afford
also been there where no business I had
and returned home safely, Oh God I am glad.

Near Theatres and Eateries can I be always sighted
academics have I never like this slighted.

To some extent I have lost the grace of silence
and now am a victim of verbal violence.

There is never a day when my feet don't complain
and ask me " Sire, why don't you refrain
from making excursions on a daily basis
get tired , feel drained , make those faces?"

The door of my home is always expecting
me to lock it on my way out
the shoes are so tired and fatigued
that they are questioning what life is all about.

I not that rich, I now the fact
and still I do employ guile and tact

to push through my daily expenses
without risking a baggage of regretful reminiscences.

On the whole though I am quite satisfied with my situation
and do sometimes gaze upon it spurred by elation.

Early to bed early to rise
is a habit all should despise.

Early to bed and late to rise
reveals that life is a surprise

Stretching this tract would harm my case
I rest my argument , Your Grace.

I don't want anybody around me

I may have wanted once

I may want it again

But I don't want anyone around me.

I need me and me alone

I need my eyes to see myself

my thoughts to hear theselves out

I want no one to tell me I am wrong

but my own honest mouth.

I don't want him to be befriend me

I don't want her to love me

I don't want them to care

I don't want someone to despise

to ignore me or to stare.

I don't know why I abhorred solitude

when it gave me all I had

and Human company did teach me the pain of seperation

and I am not glad.

Some People

Ther are some people who are not even worth writing about
though it is important to write about them,
out of pity if not contempt.
They preach one thing
and fall into a trap
which starts from contradiction
and ends with a tight and hard slap.

They think too highly of themsleves
when they aren't actually so
you can't ignore their presence
they are huge , ugly and slow.

I don't know what gives them the right
to demean who sit before them
it isn't that they are original
yes a little arrogant and foolish they may be.

I missed the earthquake because of slumber

I missed my love because of reasons vain

I missed the call because the phone was silent

and the opportunity because I couldn't restrain.

I missed the world for I was busy sleeping

I lost my sanity there was nothing to gain

I lost my friends because I woke up too late

and then from speaking the truth I couldn't abstain.

I lost my peace didn't want to pay any price

had it been for for free I would tendered it fain

I missed the sun because of the black clouds

and I missed rainbow because of the rain.

I missed the future my past contributed

missed the present no one was around

missed her love felt Unrequited

I seldom felt sane and sound.

They tell me to move on and have a life

but I am too busy slumbering around

don't try to wake me I 'll not wake up

at least not till there's another earthquake around.

What became of the Superstar at Noon

He has been around for some time now

too long some think and say

Has he not any intention Sir then

to gracefully march away?

He uses cosmetics in bulk

and hides his lines and age

he features in every gossip tract

and every distaff page.

Tall claims does he make

of his status , fame and power

indulging not in vainglorious thoughts

there isn't such an hour.

He doesn't know how cheap he is

and how cheap are things he does

revels in cheap revelry

he entertains himself thus.

He courts teenagers in movies

(who knows in real life as well)

to self indulgence he is a slave

calls himself a Sovereign

behaves like a knave.

Has a band of followers

none better than him

Each celebrates obscenity

freedom is called whim.

Serving trash since 19....

should be a tagline

whenever trying to sell him

-plastic bottle cheap wine.

He lacks wit , humour and taste

but thinks otherwise

a brief look at his bibliography

and you shall surmise.

All who care about the planet

are waiting for Thy Kingdom to Come

and for him to swallow a pill of wisdom

or Hiatus shout some.

Spare us the torture then Sire

why art thou being so cruel?

We have never dishonored thee

(we should have though)

then why this daily duel.

Let us watch Television in peace

without your hideous face

barging in on every channel

not seeing the time or place.

Your fake skin and irritating smile

is too much for us to stand

Soaps, Briefs and power capsules

promote not thee which brand ?

Have mercy upon our souls

and fragile mental state

we have done you no harm Sire

then why our peace you hate?

I know not and don't want to

who among you all is the best

all I want is for you to shut the trap

and stop being a pest.

Ode to an Epic

How Long art thee

thy nimble hands

do run through the sands

of time.

I know not what mind conceived you

were there more than one

or one or more at a time.

I know not how long it took

to write you down

a few years or may be just one.

The lives of all that you dealt with

are indebted to you

the price he paid who wrote you

is all but plain.

Oh Mighty epic

will you come down to my height

Oh Mighty Epic

bend down a slight.

I do not understand why

it should take

a few thousand pages

for art to make.

Floral language

in depth prognosis

of every man

who features in it

or has some hand.

Volume 1 for virtues

and volume two for pain

Volume three has beauty

volume 7 brains.

Oh Mighty Epic

would you not take

me with you

Oh Mighty Epic

where art thou

I am not through.

Everybody seems to be lying here....

Every body seems to be lying here

while those out on the streets are dying there.

There isn't much point in making an effort

no use of change, stop trying here.

While some don't sit for meals if there's no Caviar

and others are for stale bread crying here.

We 've got the Politicos who are callous and care for nothing

and then there's the press always prying there.

No one does good and remotely noble

for attention and adulation are they vying here.

They say this is a mean world and it's full of muck

somebody's always selling a life and someone's buying here.

Nothing Hour

Oh ! my sweet sweet sweetest dear morning hour

nothing to do but sleep , then wake up and take a shower.

No deadlines to meet , no Bosses to please

no stacks of dusty files which force you to wheeze.

Eat at leisure and without looking at the clock

no guilty junk take aways that make you a flabby sock.

No traffic on the roads when you start back for home

old friends everywhere when on the Mall road you do roam.

Crispy white and pinkish linen on the bed

to warmth , love and affection you are wed.

Beautiful girls with slender necks and deep dark eyes

rosy cheeks , long hair and friendly smiles.

Bright Sun , cool breeze and thin white clouds

shade from Pines and Deodars which shroud.

Oh my sweet sweet sweetest dear Nothing Hour

I don't know what, how or where you are.

The only thing I know is that I want to be in you

and do the things I can't normally do.

Be nothing if only for an hour a day

and wish all the business away.

Pink Lilies , roses and the light green grass

fresh morning nectar from them stored up in brass.

Your hand on the soft back of a wench

Gourmont , Wilde and may be a discourse in French.

Sunset , drizzle and the smell of the earth

purity, innocence and beauty in no dearth.

Slowly the night descends and off to sleep

dreams full of calm and peaceful retreats.

Oh my sweet sweet sweetest Nothing Hour

I wish I knew what , how or where or who you are.

Take a bath

It's 11 o ' clock and you haven't taken a bath

soon it'll be 12 and the sun will begin the westwardly path.

Sooner than you think the night will descend

so are you still going to pretend that you want to take a bath?

You step out of the bathroom

but leave the tap on

cause it's already 11 o' clock

and you don't want anybody to know

what's going on.

When the bucket fills up

you step inside with a underrated sigh

and remove your clothes and try to huddle them up

in a corner that's still dry.

You then hold the mug

but wonder why isn't there a bath tub

no exfoliator , no facial cream

Oh God it's a bad bad dream!

Too late to get what you desire you plan to make use of what's there

a bucket of warm water, a body soap and a shampoo for your hair.

The water trickles down the bare back and it's no longer dry

why the hell did I have to do this , Oh God tell me why?

After half the bucket is exhausted and the soap is waiting to be removed

you hope the temperature of the water lying there has improved.

You do feel fresh when it's all over

but you also feel cold.

next time take a bath in the morning

don't wait for noon and sunshine.

They would tell you that no job is small

do the best in whatever you have

What matters is that you are working

not where or for whom or for how much cash.

The next day when you are all happy and peaceful about your work

they suddenly make drastic amends and ask you about your work

how much are you making ? what are the perks?

Pay packets, high position get to you

and you lose the newly acquired zeal

you are only mortal , what else did you expect?

this any job-no small job talk was just a test.

Why are you still sitting around ? go find a job

and a good one too , or else it's as good as nothing..

they are only concerned about your welfare

as to how will you fare when you don't get your due share.

Don't get confused Sire there is nothing wrong

in being a lowly paid happy man

as long as it is someone else.

The Garbage Disposal System

The new garbage disposal system's here

one of these days you'll be thrown away.

It's been long since you were lying here

eventually even garbage needs some fresh air.

A couple of fingers to pick up the torn packet

a couple of hooligans to make some racket.

A foolish little boy who plays with muck

a rag picker quite down on his luck.

We need to have them right here

cause a new System is going to be there.

You can't be garbage and lie not still

at least if you don't , have no foul smell.

There are some genteel folks who would have you taken away

cause you are too close to their homes.

You'll be burnt you'll be hacked and deported in pieces

to the places of those who need you back.

Your face isn't fresh anymore you ain't smiling

the new system's here.

You are looking so scared as if they'll take some pity

no, The new system's here.

Didn't find your calling , so became a thing

which lies down here and there.

Till the time came and they all shunted you out

in the rain, the blistering sun and the cold and cutting air.

Don't worry now son, the times have changed

we have a new system here.

There's a new garbage disposal system

going to be set up here

you'll be the first one to be

taken down those marble stairs.

The Parliament is in session

Make no noise,
Can’t hear their voice
Stop playing with them and their lives
They aren’t toys

Step back, let us hear them
Make no noise
Let us hear their voice.

Mr. Speaker are you listening to our pleas?
Ask them to make no noise
We want to hear what they’ll speak.

Are we to stay silent?
And listen to this ruckus
Is it not our right?
To hear them speak?

Just passed the hall which houses them
There’s more humdrum
Than that which marks?
A primary class


No one is ready to hear anybody
One shouts the other screams
No one actually speaks

There is not a shadow of doubt in my eyes
That when they are there time flies.

It’s been many years since they’ve said something
Which was heard?
Ask them to be silent
And make no noise.


I am dying of hunger and they only speak
No one cares, the future is bleak.

They talk about the damned rule book
About adjournments and motions so as to speak
While my brothers are looking and turning weak.

Sometimes in the winter session sometimes in the monsoon rains
Have I seen my hopes going down the political drain.

Mr. Speaker ask that fellow to raise hid voice
I can’t hear what he’ saying.

Mr. Speaker tell them not to make that noise
I can’t hear the minister’s voice.

Daily Postal Service

Get behind the wheel ,let's go shopping
I'll buy a bed ,you can buy a chair
The man behing me is blowing the horns of his vehicle
let him do his bit, I don't care.

The light turns green for just ten seconds
when it turns red it's for a minute
I don't know why but it is unfair
the engine of mine can't spin it.

There's one fellow trying to overtake me from the left
I can't see what he is doing
A fellow is tailgaiting me I can't stand it
want to tell him "back Off Stop screwing!"

The lanes are not proper
those on the right wanto take the left turn
those going straight have nowhere to go
stand behind the crowd that's what you get to learn.

I don't know why these top gears were provided by maker
I have bever used them in the city
Why the hell does the speedometer count 200
a misprint , what a pity.

My rearview mirror is showing an approaching vehicle
driven by a man impatience written all over his face
things are closer than they appear, I read this on the mirror
sure they are he whizzes past me without a trace.

Everyone is breaking the lights and knocking their car against others
all the bumpers are broken and the bodies scratched
I am driving around in an old model
what do I care if it's not a hatchback.

Look at the young lady in her Ford
she sure wants to win this race
I don't know where she's going and who's waiting for her
that she's on the road alive by the good God's grace.

A radiostation is playing some nice old songs
but the man on the back seat is wheezing
he doesn't give a fig for it
he wants to reach home.

There are some men who had parked their vehicles on the road
and now want to take them out just as you pass
they wave their arms as a warning signal
they want you let them pass.