Saturday, September 18, 2010

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.

Monday, September 6, 2010

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.











Saturday, September 4, 2010

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.