Would you buy a copy?

that shabby yet salacious;

free market of ideas…

never awaits me

nor I welcome it’s presence,

within my pure artistic agenda…

On a stick I buried in sand

I hung for you;

To watch waving

Like  your national flag

Printed on a polythene

Never to decay

And yet to fade away

Like the scent

Of her  first kiss

That could more than once

Melt your heart

In it I’ve said

No awards or accolades

Shall bequeath me their gaze

Let alone their grace

That has torn hearts to shreds

which reborn as coffers

To gulp, gulp and gulp…

 To gobble, gobble and gobble,

Till they doubly redouble

To spoil the literary trouble.

I now hear you mumble

‘What nonsense!’ you grumble

In your brain-wallets  yet you fumble

In search of food for a gamble

‘You want a copy machan?’

‘You want a coffee sir?’

My turn to say’What nonsense?!’

Once one Everett wrote ‘FUCK’

And revealed the world

The way books fuck the bookers and bookies

In the circles of yours

And maybe mine too

‘Blacks’ turn to ‘Whites’

Sans shame to beg…

I mean appraisal

 ‘Whites’ turn to ‘Blacks’

Sans shame to beg…

The forgiveness and fame

Is this the carom game?

That you copy from me

And they copy from you

And I copy from them.

Finally I throw up

To watch my own old shit

At my own feet

Smelling and squirming

Waiting their quoting

To feed your fetish

Wrapped in the cream of graphic

Sweet scent of newness

That marks and masks my literary numbness

Among paid reviews and numbers

For you to wag your tongue on

Another day, another time

At another place, with another gathering.

Or will they be…

The same old same old same old  heads

that spit , the same old same old same old  sentiments

About the same old same old same old things?

And ask,

The question at the top.

Fan Life

It propels from morn to dusk
like wings blowing the wind
cutting through the particles of Memory-dust

Whilst rotating in a slower pace
from jolted birth
At the left most end
through the center of happening youth
till it reaches the black melted death
at the rightmost end

Ease, peace and bliss
Spread like the soothing cool breeze
all around the world
Chills many a soul
comforts many a heart
Sans leaving a trail behind to feel

Nobody bothers to weep
for the wind that's blown away
with their sighs, fragrances and farts
Having heaped much heat
Within the mortar behind those blades
That burns and wastes away
The streaming electrons in Wots...
The Power bill money can settle,
But the sweat, tears, memories and thoughts

To my ever-AWESOME 'U'

 

I stuck out mine
to grab, hold and shake yours -_-
Those hands I've never held  with lust.
Even out of intimacy,
I've held them precisely twice....

After ages since we parted
Yet again we met
Dressed...  formal
The presenter.... and the volunteer
The tag tugged to my white shirt said,
"Research Conference Support staff"...

Sorry I'm not sure...
whether I wore it or not.
Your face told many things;)
But I think mine gave out nothing.

I saw...  or did I just imagine?
Delight lit in your sparkling eyes...
Exuberance in your smiling lips...
Pride across your blossoming torso....

It was never a dream,
But I...
Still can't believe,
That I let it go wasted.
Having withdrawn mine,
To end my wish,
with the usual jerky awkwardness..
That you secretly yearned
But seemingly loathed:P

Best of Luck dear Princess,
No longer mine
perhaps one fine day ,
would have been my queen;)

The Angel I found at the desert’s transit

Alas! at last, I beheld a  silver line.

Amidst the heavy clouds of gloom, and pain that has cracked with grief.

 the tears with torrents of booms, like the showers poured on and on.

In the glistening silvery light, I beheld a golden shadow.

Quite a site it was, I eagerly yearned to  see,

With those ever dimming eyes, of a withering  dithering Bee.

A gentle and sweet angel, I murmured to myself,

I wished with a pounding heart, at least I could be her elf.

With her kind and genteel  words, she soothed my entire soul,

Like a phoenix born from ashes, she made me rise from my fall.

Charmed by her singsong voice, I earned her sisterly choice.

Armed with strength and joys, She bestowed me a brand new voice.

Lost in an endless desert, the time I suffered is gone,

On to the green I shall return, blessed with her plenty’s hone.

In her twinkling pink-filled world, I’ll  mold her heart in gold,

And hoist her swing to the peak, for her to be never ever called so old.

A confession , Plea and a Pledge

To a thirsty soul that was stranded in a heath,

It was a ‘fairy’ that brought a modicum of mirth.

As the care and warmth was in a desperate dearth.

With a soothing voice she shook his earth.

Foul was fair for this sinful bloke,

Hence she declared her parting with a stroke.

Struck with grief for the sudden thwart

In a slip of a glitch he sputtered a thought.

Her hurt was fiery and so was his guilt

The challis of preserved peace, thus was spilt.

The grief was smelt and the pain was felt

Yet the hurt one’s heart seemed unmelt.

For gazillion times, pardon he did plead

Still and forever shall he suffer for his deed?

Tears from his eyes flow at a breezing speed,

Till she responds, the fall remains inceased.

By any one or thing she chooses, he’s more than ready to swear

Any precious thing she pleases, he’s up in arms to share

Any doom that she faces, he’ll be with her right there,

Anyone but her gracious, company is all he care

Crimating “I”

                                    Crimating “I”

***Breaking News***

Here’s a news, that  we just received.

The world-famous, well-known “I”;

The intimate friend of both meek and mighty,

Who used to creep, into every soul in search of ‘things’,

Has been found in an incinerator

Attempting to burn ermmmmmmm…..

(What should I say?

Himself or herself?)

‘Whatever’…..  alive.

(“I” is a word…

Then what am I reading?

Gosh! I even can’t think without “I”…

Let alone reading this!

Now that damn “I” is reported to be burning

Itself to death in an unknown somewhere.

How on earth! Can this happen?)

[The viewers see a silent, bemused, newsreader on screen].

(Just get a life boy!

For freaking heaven’s sake read on!

I don’t care who the heck this “I” is,

That’s a smoking hot news we got, from our best guy out there.

Just don’t screw it up!

 Got to play the president’s message of condolences too…

Man just speak-up!

Give it a start and hand me the queue!)

We are extremely sorry for the inconvenience caused

Now let’s move on to the President’s message of condolences…

***The President’s Message***

Venerable Maha sangha,

Other reverent priests,

And my dear friends,

It is indeed a disheartening news we’ve got

The most significant person, who thus far brought

Our precious lives forward, is reported to have been seen,

Cremating……

Or rather being  self-cremated

at an unknown ground.

With my heartiest gratitude for “I”

For the great, invaluable services

He hath rendered to all of us so far,

I extend my heart-felt, deepest condolences

To all the family members, loved ones and the bemoaning relatives of “I”.

As “I” hath not left anything for us;

either to pay our respect

or to deposit in a monument

that’s built in “I”’s honor,

I’ve informed the relevant authorities

To do whatever possible, in order to offer our government’s respect to “I”

Although this is a great loss to our entire nation,

To our entire country and even to the whole world,

I expect that our intelligent public,

Will not violate the peace by any means.

A two minutes silence in honor of the deceased “I”,

Has been declared tomorrow at 9.00 A.M.

All the Sri Lankan citizens are obliged to

Offer their respect to “I”,  By observing silence

And by stopping whatever work  they do within those two minutes.

to

(Buddy, there are some commercials to be plaid…

So going to queue a break OK?)

(NO WAY!

Don’t even think of it!

This is breaking news mind you?

Just leave us on air until this ends

And then do whatever you wish!)

to the …

(Dude, I’m going to queue the message of the opposition leader next

Just give me the line now!)

In this most grievous moment, let’s move on to the message of condolences

That has been extended by

The leader of opposition.

*** The Leader of Opposition ***

All the reverent priests,

My dear friends,

It is not only “I”, that this world lost today.

His entire ancestry inclusive of

“My”, “We”, “Us” and “Ours”

Too passed away with”I”.

But still, the president you elected,

To rule this blessed country,

Has failed to realize the real weight of this loss.

In fact this loss, could have been prevented..

If the proper security for “I” was  kept in place.

That’s indeed a national responsibility

That the government should fulfill.

As You would notice, under “my” regeme,

This could never have happened.

On the other hand,

The unwise senseless messures

Taken by the state, to offer respect

To “I” that has left us sans a trace.

Must be condemned, in immediate effect!

As the leader of a responsible opposition,

With the above note of reminder,

The deepest sympathies, are extended;

To all who mourn for the loss of “I”.

With that we conclude,

this special breaking news bulleting.

Stay tuned, for more news and updates!

The Meditation

I’m ill and on my bed,

On this Il full moon Poya day.

Through my window, my weak eyes view;

The full-plated full moon shines

On the background I hear, a discourse  on TV.

A Buddhist Bikkhu, a professor of Pali and ‘Buddhist teachings’

Teaching the folks ‘How to meditate propperly’.

Occasionally disturbed by a presenter, a desperate mimic of ‘Britchis’ (British) accent

 

They dissect, examine and critically analyze,

Each part of ‘ Buddhist Meditation’;

In the way that a medical doctor does

To a part of this decaying, mutable human body.

Various stages, reasons and ramifications for and of ‘Meditation’,

They discuss in a ‘profound’ manner.

The topic switches to those lately removed slums in Colombo,

The Bikkhu relates it to Loving kindness (Meththa) somehow.

Those slums being the last issue for the days discussion,

The show is thus called off.

Enveloped in the serenity, that’s void of TV’s bustle;

The full moon presents me, the perfect ‘Meditation!’.