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.