Listen to them
Chatter, gibber,
Twitter, twatter.
Sit in a corner,
Force a smile now and again.
“How your studies goin’ laddie?
Will you grow up
To be just like your daddie?”
(My relatives are over
And this is the only topic
Over which they ever hover.)
Forced smile
And laugh to make it clear.
“Study hard
To be successful, my dear.
Your cousin studies half a day,
Times it too!
Tchch Tchch,
But what about you?
Your marksheet is a blot
On the family name.
You HAVE TO
Improve on the same!
The time has come
Trash your writing
-Twas trash anyway.
Study, study, study,
Study all day!
Look at your daddie,
Don’t you wanna be like him?”
I laugh for real now
-All I want to be is
ME.

DUMB,
An insult to one’s thumb,

Silent as the sleeve-less shirt
Of Aussie sledges where the moss has grown-

This poem should have been wordless
As a bunch of turds.

This poem is motionless in time
-Silly, drabby and prolonged as the moon that climbs.

Leaving, as the Aussies released
Shred by shred their golden sleeves,

Leaving, as the Aussies behind their shirt sleeves,
Numbing, memory by memory the mind-

This poem is motionless in time
-Silly, drabby, and prolonged as the moon that climbs.

This poem is equal to:
Greater than, lesser too.

For all the history of grief
An empty fridge and an Aussie sleeve.

For love
The singing asses and REALLY GOTTA PEE-

So lemme go,
Just lemme be…

If you hated this, wait till you read the original here.

He felt men mill past him.
They didn’t care.
They didn’t know.
The poor robotic beings,
Had just one place to go.
They followed each other,
They found joy in acceptance.
Their poor minds
Were shut as their poor souls.
Maybe,
It was fear,
Fear of rejection.
Maybe,
It was their programming.
Standing there,
He felt not part of them,
And it was comforting.
He knew he had something,
Something ‘weird’.
Only, he called it ‘different’,
A new view.
Maybe,
It was too radical
For them to see,
For them to accept.
men never followed it,
They followed them,
Turned a blind eye,
Remembered what they were taught.
Men questioned it,
Questioned them,
And that is why,
He wanted to mature
From man to Man.

The sheep will flock,
But we’ll be ready.
The sheep dogs will
Press them on,
But we’ll be steady.
A great fiesta it’ll be,
For all the world to see.
English ingenuity at its best
When London’ll
Be the nest
Where
Citius, Altius, Fortius
Shalt prevail.
Participation shall be the key
-Victory not the bait.
So,
See you in 2012, Mate!!

“For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.”
I used to say that,
And much more.
But now,
Now I am nothing
-An eye sore.
No water I have
-None to give.
It’s infinitely hot.
Now,
How can I live?
The land,
It’s glassy.
The sand,
It has melted.
The earth is fire.
God help me!
Don’t tell me it’s time to retire.
I WILL go on!
But,
My glory days,
They are long gone.
There’s nothing left.
I must go.
My stay on this planet,
O! I loved it so…

It’s lost in history,
But I know it.
About it,
You can ask me
-I saw it.
A thousand million years ago,
I was born.
And,
So was a planet
-My planet.
I was there.
But no one else
-No one in me.
Then came those creatures big.
-Those horrible things.
Just look at how
That thing in me
Zings.
I am alive
And I like it.
That horrible thing,
On my bank,
Look at him sit.
I saw them come
-Those two legged creatures.
They were cannibals then
And in time,
Became preachers.
I saw them advance,
And so did I.
Now almost there
-Almost at sea.
I am tired
-There’s no energy in me.
To do,
I have nothing
With him
-With ‘man’.
For men WILL come and men WILL go,
I have to go on forever.