Breeding an Animal

Breeding an Animal

What can hatred breed?

More hatred?

Or vengeance?

Unquenchable and inextinguishable

What can anyone do?

At things so unnatural?

Against ire so profound

That clenches onto your soul

How will voices move?

When there’s a din all around you

At whom will you shout?

And pound to death in about

Will there be any solace for the rested

Will this violence be replaced by complacence?

Will there be angels waiting for the dead?

Or just people with tears and cries by their bed?

Will there be a break in this loop

For those who are left aloof?

Can you keep away from the same hatred?

When you see the tiny hands of those you knew?

Shouting and screeching

Incessant weeping

Pounding on worn brows

People lying dead in scores

What can god do?

When the devil is your only friend?

What can love cure?

When there’s nothing left to spare?

THE COLUMNIST

The Columnist

Detective

Yes?

A moment sir

Huh..? You’re mistaken I’m no cop

Au contraire sir

I can see in fact, that you are incognito

Your attire speaks volumes of you

You profession is also divulged by your boots

I see

What is it that you need?

I’m actually to be unseen

I thought I looked clean

Au contraire sir

Your gun is showing

Your temples are quite loudly throbbing

Your brow is profusely sweating

Alright my good man

What is it that you need?

I’m busy anyways

Hiding from the hidden

Excellent sir!

I wish you good luck!

But my matter is quite pressing you see,

There is somewhere right now, we need to be

I’m sorry

I cannot leave my post

The suspect might walk in anytime

It’s up to me to see what I can find

But sir!

There is this body!

I found it sometime ago

A young lady, dead by a harsh blow!

What!?

Take me there now my good man

I fear my post must be left unmanned

Let us make haste then

Here sir

It’s in this corner if you please

A dreadful business I’m afraid

Her pooled blood blocks our way

Female, age around thirty

Cause of death: Blunt force trauma to the head

By the position, Killer must be left handed

No foot prints or obvious mark left behind

Excusez moi sir!

Might I divulge something of real importance?

Yes, please if you may put away your recorder?

You see, I’m your mysterious killer

Good night sir

Sleep tight (Crack!!!)

Poor girl, served her purpose well

With the very same crack on her skull

THE TIMEKEEPER

The Timekeeper

I have walked past the Frozen Mountains

Mountains which had crumbled long ago

I’ve been living through many old times

I now decide where things are to go

I have walked past all the seven seas

Them; I swallowed in a single gulp

The fish, I made them stand and walk

To the holy hillocks and squat

I have walked past all humanity

I’ve watched them blame themselves

The women corrupt everything they touch

The men kill everything that walks

I have walked past divinity

I pray to God all the same

I knelt at that holy place

Till I was bathed in his light

I have walked past several tombs

Past the valiant fallen, I’ve walked

They grimaced from their graves

Their ugly features were rotting

I have walked past true love

I cried when it was lost

I regained my majestic stature

Then I begot the Wonderwall

I’ve walked past the hideous past

I walk past the painful present

I’ll walk past the uncertain tomorrow

For I am the Keeper of them all

THE TERRORIST

The TerrorisT

The terrorist

Angry at us all

He fights for justice

In his own sense and all

Slaves to western monopoly

Silent with generations of tears

Worked silently for years and years

While they stood guard with their spears

Fascists, Dictators, Imperialists

We’ve seen and suffered you all

Whatever name you give to yourselves

You’ll never get redemption’s call

Marred and destroyed civilizations very old

Greed and blood lust was what you sought

This new mask of democracy can’t fool us

We remember all the bloody wars we’ve fought

Ours lands sold to you for liquor

Our jobs taken to enslave us

Put in jails to rot and to die

Shaped like coffins filled with dust

The whole world still remembers

All the horrors you’ve given us

You cannot retreat nor rest

We are the current buzz

Tired of socializing with mangy slaves

You went ahead and conquered the west

Brought with you even more sad people

To slave for you like us and the rest

You nearly slaughtered a whole race

They are still tormented by this disgrace

English-man and Ameri-can

 The very same coin with two sided faces

Vaporised civilians living in two towns

killed all offspring in that place

Monsters of war are born, even today

No hands, no legs,and a hideous face

You might have deceived the whole world

By changing what you call yourself

Your women can whore around with the world

Nothing changes, your blood  still remains the same

Yanker or a wanker

I really do not care

You’ve tested my patience

For too long have we stayed

Don’t worry my good man

Our time has already come

The English have weakened

At home in the United States

Their war mongering and weapons fronting

Is  just a scared man’s desperate attempt

To survive,to spend more of his weapons

very fast,before they sit and start to rust

We are still alive, we are still awake

Beware, Mr. Scientist

We are already there

Get ready for the scare

GRIZZLY MAN

Grizzly Man

 I sat on a park bench, sweaty reeked of stench

Away from the frolicking crowd, who shout aloud

Steamed up over something absurd, I sat murred

Nothing in particular for that, I didn’t know what

A grizzly man came by the bench, of similar stench

Walked by me a few times and more, I saw gore

He stopped before me, now I could clearly see

Asked if he could join the bench, his fists clenched

Mad at him, I said bluntly, rather abruptly

Man, there are others, we’re not brothers

Please sir, I’m feeling blue, and I have no clue

I need company to get through, it’s true

He told me a tale at random, stuffed with wisdom

Beard fluttered as he led on with them, feelings stem

Told me the story of his monotonous life; his lovely wife

How sad he was, his life had no vice, yet it wasn’t nice

I patted him on the shoulder, said brother don’t bother

As he broke into a constant tear, I inched near, no fear

Said he could go back to his life,his wife, it was all rife

Life is something dear, you must stay by near

Gladly he smiled at me, a comrade I was to be

His teeth showed, a beautiful yellow and red

Stains of recently chewed pan, on his suburban tan

Shone his greasy nose, as he nodded at me and rose

He stopped to say something, which was my becoming

Said I was of a rare breed, I stuck faithfully to my creed

I showed great kindness, despite my own swollen grief

This was heaven to him and me, this gave us relief

Stranger, I am truly shaken, my bad mood broken

This disturbing figure of a man, you are god’s plan

Life is not as hard as it seems to be, friendship is glee

Get your own experience, if you don’t just believe in me

LONELY FRIEND

Lonely Friend

 He approached me for help

I could offer none

He plead for companionship

I was nowhere to be found

Lonely friend

Strives to achieve

Does everything on his own

Of dejection, he never does moan

His world collapsing

His thoughts relapsing

His eyes searching for hope

But he never finds none

In the nick of time

Coupled with all sorts of pain

He has a friendly demeanour

He calls no one on his endeavours

Sad, disturbed, frustrated

Happiness is always belated

Thrown around on a whim

He picks himself and dusts down

How could anyone bear so much?

Why does life deny him any pleasure?

What could be his destiny?

Yet Another profound mutiny?

What he seeks, he will find

All the roads will unwind

The divine interventions will cease

Only when he reaches the crease

The world is a great equalizer

A wise man once told me

If what he said were true

He can strip boundaries & go through

Hard work always pays up manyfold

He has to hold tight and remain bold

His time is approaching, tremors quaking

He will be placed on a pedestal and given the world

-          Dedicated to Mohan Shivannanavar

Friend, philanthropist, engineer, Sir
(on occasion of my fiftieth poem)

ZAZZY

Zazzy

 Today is such a wonderful day

I’ll take you to that special place by the quay

Rose petals and romance with candlesticks

You’ll have fun all the way, to my funny quips

I can’t dance, but so can’t you

We’ll dance to the offbeat, my lieu

Your eyes in mine, dissolved and nice

Nothing around can jazz down this spice

Round and round Matilda, we dance softly

My grace and your embrace, to the music’s play

Rolling around in my arms, your hair sways along

I’ll brush it off your face; your lips sing a song

With longing, my heart starts to pound

Even as our bodies are so tightly bound

I squirm and ache, to feel the touch of your skin

Caress you gently, and take you for a spin

Baby im tryin’ real hard to take it slow

But can’t hold back, I see how your skin glows

I breathe softly on the nape of your slender neck

In my arms, you tremble and you quake

Our feelings are so, so strong

Hold me, nothing’ll ever go wrong

Every distance from you is so far

The music has played its part

The sweet jazz plays around you and me

Every soft beat, my heart skips a beat

The sax explodes in sweet tender warmth

Your sparkling eyes call & I pull you into my arms

VOLATILE DREAMER

Volatile Dreamer

In the light of my recently twisted soul, ‘twas lost to light

It started fresh and clean, as sound as it could seem

My night has dreams, with visions unfaithful to my sight

They change form, for mysterious reasons, just like cream

I save the princess from herself, from Villans I’m a knight

Pass death through ten space vermin, with a single beam

Psychedelic acid filled dreams, ending in blinding white

I stop where I start, just when the waking sun starts to gleam

All the poison in my mind, lost in space, in a different phase

The brittle unkempt truth I found, lost to the blazing sun’s gaze

An empty room is the welcome I receive, I’m lost in reality

 I dress up and run to work, where they exact, post work fidelity

My dream, you wake me up when you rapidly flash past me

I wake up to an unreal life, and in places I never want to be

POEM OF LIFE

Poem Of Life

 

 When I sit down, to start to think of that which I did

I think of things contemporary, not on yesterday’s bid

Dreams of wide open spaces, with blasphemous nightmares

My standard occupation, dwelled in the concepts of selling wares

My soul quenched, I drank from the fountain of the lady of life

She whispered things in my ears; I was filled with unholy strife

Deserts in valleys of mountains, hidden from the beautiful sun

I run to balance the nature of things with the barrel of my gun

Danger lays in wait, in the fortunes of the wicked entrepreneur

His present is fruitful, his future devoid of shape and volatile

He flirts with happiness and sleeps with many women unfaithful

Darkness starts in his times, it slithers, he starts to shiver

His home, his wife, his life and his property, are all too fragile

He makes for another country, when his  death happens to pull