Asleep under a long hat
with weedy wind
and pointed shadows.
I have a fear
of the un-fallen fruit
and of the still snail
beneath the hammock.
My hair and beard
driving with the breeze
without a final direction
going north-south-east-west.
Wait!
The tree is trembling
The Chameleon dissembling
The bees bumbling
The ants assembling
The river meddling
The insects troubling
The child babbling
And I was settling
into the nap
La La La La
La La La La
La La La La
…………
The photons went off
and darktons came in.
Like a blind prince of Persia
I searched for the old fuel
in the sands of the neoteric world.
From the wax light
came so many
shadowy creatures
and a lot of umbrae, penumbra.
In a trice, I was remembering
the 18th-century four-horsemen —
Pestilence, war, famine and death
and other such sins of that world.
How the other gender
was a dark matter —
so out of touch with light.
How poor were the poets
as they could not employ
their quills on the bed.
Everyone goes to
night mode
when the sun kicks the bucket.
When the light came in
I realised what
light means —
A whole new world,
A restored world,
and a more humane world.
Fear
/has/ become the new religion
No
not the comfy opium
that cancels away the sweet prisons.
Jiddu Krishnamurti
says
that
this microbe
is a merely a product of
thought-time natak.(Drama)
Whatever
wherever
the origin might be
Fear /has/ become
the new school anthem.
/has/ become the pimple
on the face of freedom.
None dares to be a solider now
none dares to gamble their away now
none dares to be a fakir now.
Dear stranger
count the guns
and the guts of the dungeon
we shall break the bars.
-Lit the nerves.
(#)
I too had a
living body
once or twice or thrice
but then
came an accident or incident or coincident
that took the breath
away
away
away
different types
of rearranging fates
to live again
again
again
but then
the pain
or the bane
always came
to rain
no one to blame
amen.
Sunset — hoped eyes
woke up like a spilt secret
in a state of skepticism.
Barefooted
I walked on the rotten time
and sang with the biscuit-ed moods.
Alexaaaaaaaa!!!!
Play “Beats of life”
The Athenian cat
did what he does —
ignore the petty mortals.
Nazi birds on the poles
were thinking without a Bannister.
With stooped shoulders,
Poetic pajamas and
Marxist beard
I serviced the civilization
by reading news headlines.
Milked the pen
to give caffeinated thoughts
did the moonwalk part
Yet
( — )
Next time
I’ll try clean-shaven.
There’s no gap from moment to moment for us
Is that why we all walk someone’s path
doing the greatest of all sins.
Man is a homo-ego-sapiens.
yet he doesn’t follow his ego-compass.
Dogs chase their tails.
they honor what is theirs.
Man
the child of freedom and adam
cannot swim an inch
in his own karma-pool.
Why do sirens go off?
Why does one become a cautious grandpa?
Why does one become a scary movie ghost
when all you do is follow your own smell?
Is fear
that vintage vinyl record
cawing at you?
that belly butterfly
going wild? becoming
a bad brainchild?
Is that your answer?
The answer is not for sale
dear.
Copper eyed man
at the ticket counter
gave some unflattering coins.
I sat on some utilitarian
poetic bench with
business thoughts in grey matter
and basaltic tie around the neck.
Lovers quarreling in the background
not sure who’s preaching who.
A fella with candle legs
talked about calculus stuff
with his nerd-guilt face friend.
One girl with black rose lips
was giving practiced goodbyes
with her wooden palms.
Cigarette ashes on the floor.
People filled till the concrete shore.
While I am listening
to the cinnamon song
which I played before.
— Drunken Platforms.
The sky was still like the blue flame
cooking impoverishment for the wretched.
Ocean was pregnant with the
waves, white corals — bleached to colourless death
and got acidified like a high school chemistry lab.
Night still looks like the Raven or Dostoevsky novels
with the white olive moon,
and the pillows cried yet another day.
Sensory — sapiens are swallowing
the air salad of
C0, C02, N0x, PM 2.5, Furans
and sulfur oxides.
Water
watered down
with watery things
without walling the
waves of waste.
Limousines emitting
status, filling insecurities, and
chauffeuring carbonated cacophony.
Soil got
stained,
soiled,
sabotaged,
sanitized
with the scams of savoury man.
Left-wing
Right-wing
Never a thing.
only a fight
in the ring.
people played
on a string
in full swing.
truth, not a sure thing.
justice
it was something
now nothing.
Sugared nutrition.
Flooded mailboxes.
God-ish morality.
Hashtag-ed opinions.
Social Media loves.
Ex-boyfriend poetry.
Teenage politics.
Books summaries and
parrot-ed writings.
Meditation games.
Lemonade talks.
Neon nights.
Weirdo tags.
YouTube education and
Reddit convictions.
Worshiped routines.
Play store/ App store freedoms.
Fight club gadgets.
— Drunken rat.
Thy Vox 