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.