The rose...

Once there was a blossom
in a greenhouse much alive
where life seemed to thrive
but was naively playing possum

started as a bud in pure white
in that sunlit creche it used to hover
peering shyly from its green cover
quivering with curiosity and delight

staring at the clouds fading yonder
soon the time came to be mellow
and the bud bloomed bright yellow
why the bees sing it used to wonder

morning came with greeting dew
butterflies dancing averted to think
made it smile in a healthy pink
rustling away the time flew

the breeze spread a scent of change
with it's furnace of passion fed
the rose turned into a fiery red
unaware it was that life's strange

youth had come with a virtue ominous
and all one saw was that thorn
this made it stand much forlorn
amid primroses and lilies so pompous

sent hurtling into an abyss of gloom
so plagued by this public slack
it settled in a ravenous black
starkly stood serenading for doom

the gardener pitying this plight
cut and shifted it to a cistern
to place it in his moonlit tavern
here it found peace in the night.

The Godman

Prancing around those eyes shining bright
is it wisdom or the luster of malice
if you are a sheep lost in this vast sprawl
he'll show a way for your spirit to crawl
in case you're reluctant 'cos of a black fleece
he'll get you sheared clean safely in peace
for those of you innocent in white
he'll find a cause for you to fight
Lambs who are as always docile
take the noble path so beguile
blow em selves to get even
with others of the same coven
If you think straight well that's a vice
anyway he can solicit at a price
he may also like to keep it gay
ultimately to err is human they say
I wonder how the shepherd absolves
these rottweiler turned into wolves
wiser it is to seek the morning star
that's the same for whoever you are

Happy Holi!!!

Come Ram come Rahim

bring along Joe and Goldstien

too cold a winter it's been

amass naked O! progeny of the Sire

come on blokes let's light up a fire

The spring is in full sheen

Nature revelling in all the hues

It's high time we shed our blues

mingle and compel Satan to admire

come on blokes let's light up a fire

Wink at the bearded and tonsured

their books lost the teachings with time

together we celebrate with a song divine

tear 'em up and toss into the pyre

come on blokes let's light up a fire

Hop over here we're broiling something green

relax a bit and take a smooth toke

you see life's just a veil of smoke

in the moment forget your being and desire

come on blokes let's light up a fire

No need to rush at a summit

seeing those fumes so innocuous

to the callous harm done in sumptuous

it's union with our souls that we aspire

come on blokes let's light up a fire

An ode to a lady

Don't mistake me for a ruffian

loose on the street to abuse

what I seek is a mystic oblivion

in the arms of my muse

Being here they say I breach traditions

Is it wrong to seek to love sans conditions

She's no bimbo with the attitude

won't take you for some dumb

if you choose to stay numb

yet fuels passions to a new altitude

Tabooed as a woman of virtues at ease

by a world marching blind

into a mire of money and sleaze

unladen this girth from my mind

Blending into that plastic mirth

unveiled a child with an innocence

shattered by unsparing providence

convicted for an unjust birth

Lingering on those eyes so listless

I see many hopes and dreams

vaulted behind mascara and creams

well pursed lips hold much distress

Unfettered the Pegasus soars

mesmerized by this slender lark

landing on those blissful shores

here nothing's bright nothing's dark......

Some Chaaat....

The ship's been through stormy seas

All the cautions thrown to the doldrums

Tipsy I try to chart the course

with no shore in near sight

It seems he plans too long a night

but why crave for the day

when this charming night's holding all sway

the glistening stars with their enchanting patterns

guide my voyage to a destination not known

The day with it's fat old Sun

ushers a longing to run

without catching my breath

to a place where all's as sure as death

Groggy I take a swig of rum

A subtle note strikes a chord somewhere

and I released from the glum

realize that day or night don't deserve the heed

A beckoning call from the captain's all I need

So Aye Aye Captain!!

Here this mariner humbly stands

this voyage needs nothing but your steady hands........

Zardari ko zarde ki zaroorat!!!

Reading about Mr.Zardari's antics in today's newspaper reminded me of a well known proverb in our U.P. : "gadhe se jeet na paye to gadhi ke kaan ummete hain" which literally means when a frustrated man can't get the donkey to work then he vents out by pulling the docile she-donkey's ears.It seems to fit Mr. Zardari's case quite aptly.Unable to contain the civil unrest in the state as well as the spiralling inflation he seems as hapless a wind sock. So what's wrong in celebrating his administrative buffoonery in sms jokes.However the sagacious president considers this a heinous crime and the offenders will be rewarded a 14 yr term behind bars.Really democracy's been reduced to draupadi in Pakistan. We have seen the taliban,I.S.I. and the U.S. taking turns to strip her of the civil and social rights.Now the President who's been a loyal spectator so far has joined this atrocious revelry too.Poor Zardari seems all stressed out he needs a pinch of zarda to make the matters manageable!!!

Savita Bhabi : Abortion of Indian Sexual Experssion

The I&B ministry's decision to censor savita bhabhi is ridiculous. This decision is a testimony to the sexual repression prevelant in Indian society.On the other hand disgusting craps like balika vadhu are cleared. This move has only prolonged the vendetta against vatsayana that we indians have been blowing over the past few centuries.The widespread popularity of savita bhabhi is a stark proof of what priortizes the indian male brain( can't tell about the female!!!). Repression ensures that he remains confined to this barbed fence of lust which slits him with guilt whenever he tries to break free of it . Savita Bhabhi was a small step towards clearing this fence which Ms. Soni has successfully fettered to keep the tragic silence of repression as stoic as ever .Actually it's the people only who are responsible.When we are ready to increase the TRPs of bull shit without a message like balika vadhu what can the government do? Afetr all it's of the people for the people and by the people.