Ask PERARIVALAN if he feels Sorry?   (Poem)

Kill the leader of a nation, Go to jail, Spend two lifetimes inside prison, Never give up the quest for your own freedom, Get freed, eventually. Come back home to a hero’s welcome, You killed an unsuspecting man after all, Who did not have any inkling that death was approaching, But that was his problem,…

You knew ……(A Poem on Civilization)

You knew….. Yet you…. Kept up…. the charade of praying over a structure where lay buried remains of Idols, Universally revered. Now you act as- Poor innocents of history, Shameless encroachers, Arrogant aggressors, Devious thieves, Hapless victims of the past, as well as the present. Not an iota of regret, Not a hint of remorse,…

The FALL of ROY- An Obituary for Andrew Symonds (Poem)

( I wrote this poem in 2009. Pup had refused to stand-by Symo, and the latter was sent home by the Australian team management. His career seemed to be as good as over.) Warnie’e era was over, the Pigeon had flown, The explosive Gilly retired, giant Haydos gone, Suckers took over the Cricket Down Under,…

An Ode to the Blonde Conjuror of Leather-ball Tricks (For Warnie!)

Records drew the contours, Charisma filled-in colours, Bamboozled by his craft, Magic was lent by charm. (4) The promise of ball in flight, Realized in dip or drift, Beautifully it then ripped, The woodwork lay shattered. (8) Crunch brought out his best, The Showman came alive, He always had one more trick, Forever carried that…

SHACKLES OF CHOICE (Poem)

You’re born when the umbilical’s cut, Welcomed into this world as ‘free’, Then spend a lifetime getting shackled, Remain chained to it eternally, To that which gives identity. (5) You long for freedom but accept controls over your destiny, You aim to run, and wish to fly, Float where wind takes your lazily, But get…

Who is in Charge? (Poem)

The sun has set, now I sit down, Gaze thoughtlessly at scattered clouds, The sight gets lost in hilly tracts, still basking in the afterglow. I sink into a goddamned couch, watch the horizon disappear, It is all transient, I realize! Blow out warm breath in resignation. Mist, darkness, mad chirping of birds, The great…

WHAT WOULD NOVAK DO? (Poem)

At two sets down, and out of sorts, Meddy asked, “What would Novak do?”, The bumpkins of Melbourne didn’t like, What else could they do, but ‘siuuu’. (4) No way would Nole ever give up, Djoker shall always find some way, He shall keep coming back at you, His spirit cannot be wished away. (8)…

When Cat’s Away, the Mice will Play (Poem)

His call shook me out of slumber, Boss summoned me to his room, With foggy mind I trundled, Dreadful of what lay in store, “Good afternoon, Sir”, “I’m proceeding on leave. Take care”. I let out the deepest of breaths, Felt quite weightless, and oh so free! (8) Flew back to my dear old cabin,…

#HASH (Poem)

Between Seventh Heaven and Cloud Nine, Welcome to this cosy pad of mine, Let us someday be partners in crime, Light up and lose track of Papa Time. Just took some drags of hash and nicotine, Nothing soothes like this fucking anodyne, Without you having blurted even a word I can comprehend your feelings sublime….

The Existential Stasis (Poem)

Sun is sinking into the ashtray of night, Moon shall bring with it cups of delight, With light shall disappear matters mundane, Darkness might encourage hope unrestrainted. Cares of the day are reborn as nightmares, Daydreams manifest as demons unhinged, What I consume is what I have become, What I have become remains undefined. Sayonara…

Lynching is not Enough, the Corpse must be Hanged (A Lament)

“Capital punishment should be outlawed, Sacrilege should be punished with death! Get us more protection under the laws, Let us then enforce these laws ourselves.”          (the irony is lost on the liberal who declares this) Their Books apparently preach tolerance, The Believers are petty and vengeful, To always play victims, yet lynch others With hypocritical…

Just Before the Dawn Breaks (Poem)

                    (1) Crickets are conspicuous by their silence, Frogs have long lapsed into inactivity, There is yet time for before the crowing begins, Restive is the monotony of darkness!                      (2) Dawn is yet to break, but I am awake, Bustle of engines fills the emptiness, Some still feel the need to honk at this…