poetry, satire, Uncategorized, wit,

Dear Kitty

Kitty oh Kitty!

It’s your abode,

I don’t claim a right,

for I know I’ve no

chance against those

silver paws and

the conniving furs .

But if for today you let

me trod on once which

was your great aunt’s

abode, I shall close my

lid and step past your

peacock throne without

a hitch or a frown.

( the poem is dedicated the stray cat 🐈 named: Laila in my neighborhood who doesn’t let anyone pass through her territory. Laila is notorious for being lazy and arrogant )

man
Inspiration, life, poetry, Uncategorized

I Am A Sucker!

Yes life hurls stones and pebbles

fate bombards proxies, follies

phonies but hold on….

I am a sucker for one more!

I devour failure like a hungry

homeless for I’ve nothing to eat

so I gulp every failure down my

parched throat till the-bitter liquid

of failure syncs-with the juices in

my emaciated stomach…

Oh! It churns, it widens but I ask

for more, I ask for more! I am a

sucker for all the losings humans

are capable of! I tasted sweet

success this morning when I took

that hard stone on my heart,

laughed at one more lie, swallowed

one more bitter pill, devoured

one more failure down my throat!

I am a sucker!

Misfortune
Inspiration, life, Love, Uncategorized

RESURRECTION

In the darkest pits

of soul lingers a

little flame kept alive by

the rays of purity.

A perpetual fire,

illuminating the grim

core, burning the

edges of stale

misfortunes…..

A lone flame standing

its ground against

cruel winds of fate…..

Assuring that heaven

is right there with-in us,

surrounded by our own hells,

and in the end resurrection 

will take place out of the

ashes of that tiny

inferno….

 

 

 

 

 

Uncategorized

Long Route

I might again take a long route tonight!

Yes, yes I’ve some chores to do, few words

to keep but no harm if I just walk around.

 

With lovers abound I feel some kisses are

rightfully mine. Let me gulp down a barrel

of good old whiskey of Papa’s broken-brewery,

I too deserve some cheers to be alive.

 

Miracles happen post midnight after tik-toks

of the vodka shots when a toothless tramp

appears to be a heavenly vision of Michelangelo’s

chiseled David erected way tall. 

 

Really no hurry if I match few steps with my

homeless prince to flip a coin in famed Trevi

fountain in site ,once again  to check on our

fates as we both have no one to keep us

warm tonight!

ring
Uncategorized

Pain

Pain often reclines at 

the back of my parched throat

on other occasions it

runs smoothly uninterrupted

in green veins, free-flowing, 

as it is always the case love

is conditional, whereas pain

fills up the thirsty eyes, 

morphing into tiny tender

crystals cascading down

the gaunt cheeks 

without a bang or a crackle 

so quietly, so gently…

 

 

 

missing
History, Literature, Nature, poetry, Uncategorized

Metamorphosis

I grew up beyond the grey walls….

Walls that changed hues under varied spells,

mama would strictly keep me inside.

 

The thick silver parapets adorned tiny holes,

black ashen specks from where I marveled

at the cruel oddity of the world.

 

A faded sepia of Papa hung at a crooked

angle-tilted towards outside,shadowing

other picture-frames.

 

The grim monsoons brought spree of life

stamping on foundations of boundless

hedge, spreading its tentacles…

 

Vile serpentine vines of bougainvillea invaded

sacred space, by keeping me in restraints

stealthily crawling into me.

 

I see scaly lizards licking the swollen damp

crusts of the walls, that now turned

purplish hue, squeaking hushly;

“papa zedes, papa zedes

papa zedes, papa zedes”

 

Terrified of clicking sounds,every monsoon

I meticulously filled up fissures with 

Papa’s old black and whites.

 

Once smacked across the sugar face smiling,

I always beamed when I sobbed inside,

tongue at loss of words….

I covered the last fissure with the only picture 

I had of Papa.

 

Forever barricading myself with-in walls, I

metamorphosed into silver, a mass of

cemented blood in concrete limbs.

Fortifying myself of the lingering echoes…

“papa zedes, papa zedes

papa zedes, papa zedes”