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Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Beth

Arthur and
Beth lived in a tiny fishing village, with a
Cat named Dog and a
Dog who they called Cat.
Elves hung out in silly Beth's backyard. Beth ate
Fish of various sizes everyday. Arthur begot twins,
Ginger and
Honey.
I met Beth on a Sunday,
just before sunset. We amused ourselves with the
Kites flying
lowly in the sky.
"Mother! Is that you?"
Not knowing what Beth was talking abo-
"oh yes! that IS her!"
pirates,
queens from the medieval,
robin hood, and many other
strangers -
they were all flying
up there with Beth's mother! "This is really
very strange, isn't?"

"Xanadu, is where you spend eternity - and
you get to do anything you want to!
Z

Thursday, 22 December 2011

"Ask, and it shall be given to you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:"
- The Gospel according to St. Mathew, Chapter 7, Verse 7

Open your mouth,
and shove your right hand down your throat.
Pull your caged soul out
and take a good look!
Watch out -
your soul is a Bird: He can fly high
before you know it,
leaving you hollow and weak.
Don't clasp too hard now -
your soul is a Beast:
He will chew your humble flesh
and spit your brain out!
Gently rub Him,
as He curls on your palm
gobbling fresh air.
He is no more a virgin!
Ain't it such a pity that He was,
and for this long, you tall, old ****?
Fortunately for you,
its never too late for that luck.

Lift your head up and see!
In time, where exactly do you want to be?
Forcefully and with all your Might,
throw Him in that direction, without losing sight,
and Master your destiny!

Now go fetch your damn Soul:
only this time, don't come back!

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

The Epic Rider

Trot! Trot! "Go further down-

the path bends towards the setting sun

and she sets well over Macey's Town.

If you make it in time,

it might just about lift that frown!"

Of course, the old Hag was wrong.
Nevertheless, he went around.
The hill, big enough,
and the big brown steed jaded,
and yes there is time -
for me to fill you in
with the rider's tale
until they reach the other side of the hill!

Monday, 19 December 2011

Bide with me

And again, I am alone.
I'll just tell her over the phone.
Wait! I see a dog at my doorstep,
scrounging for his meal- I must help.
I call him Seamus and give him a bone!

Happy-ness

The little soldiers of Death march on,
to the Undying rhythm of my heart!

An Impetuous Song

Hot love
White dove
Cold heart
Yellow fart.
Break this chain -
purple rain!

Blue skies again.

Off-beat policy

urban revenues
layman's blues

rich man's high
farmer's pie

Uptown

Abundance killed the rich fat man!
His moustache left traces of exotic sea food;
he had a pudgy, ugly wife and she sure was no good.
He could have lived longer, they whispered.
But they never cared really.
And in a few leaps in time,
they forgot about the poor fat man!

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Surreal

Jazz, lays me a bridge to surreal places; makes unimaginable dreams a possibility in seams.

This new place I’m at is nearly on top of a hill.

Lush green hill. Clear blue sky.

The summer sun recedes.

I am right here under this peach tree,

gently swinging out of the melancholy.

The wind blows from Miles away, probably from the West-coast. The music harbors my thoughts;

syncopation- weakens my wistfulness.

And I begin to realize Monk’s description: Jazz – This is freedom.

Well Reader, Learn some jazz or I bid adieu! My train has arrived too.

A suburban railway station is apparently where I’m at, ideating of this new place.

So you see now poppet-

Jazz,

lays me a bridge

to surreal places!

Karva Chauth

The moon shines bright –
a thick white layer by the window.
I embrace it with the dark night,
to sunrise, should I go?

Girl, be my mellow white disguise
Over my dark shadow!
And I greet this because you are nice;
To all and sundry, I can’t let you go!

With Love,

Your friendly poet.