to whomsoever it may concern

will my kiss fade into the twilight,
my dreams sleigh on frail snow?

you've never known who am i to you
just a face in the virtual space,
eager to sneak into your privacy
yes, just another contact in your phone book never reckoned
and if like a pop-up i infringe, you minimize me,
you can't cross me out, i know that
for the risk of a malware, or even an unwanted information.
baffled at the strange emoticons at your disposal
i have been there whole night- the green button saying ' i am available'
or some silly stupid status to initiate a love-tale
and when the grey letters flash saying you're typing, my heart leaps into filthy conclusions.
all in vain, for like your flesh you too are deceitful, tactical
always ignoring with a smile.

hence unhappy the impatient hunter leaves his game,
tracing the trail of yet another.

Ode to slavery

(Every word has a history as it tells a story, it may be of the letters comprising it if not anything else. The following lines were written over a long period of two months. The composition began in my bathroom, and in chatty sessions at coffee house, Mc Donalds the idea developed. The final knell though was rung out of much frustration. And as always no polemic intended.)

Master master know you not thine?
I am a twig of an Imperial vine !
Oh master, please renounce thy anger,
I'm the famished dog, lonely in the manger !
Whatever you say are words divine,
Let me lick thy ass, it tastes fine !
Oh please don't put that boot on the floor,
I will use my hanky to polish it more !
I need no money but your kindness,
I'm the husky, you're my harness !
Who says the British are long gone?
I'm here to ring that colonial gong!
Without your orders my life is bane,
This old age and withering mane!
Yet I look up to you master,
Even if my words are a meaningless cluster.
I am no drunkard you must know,
In two small sips my sense may go !
So Australia becomes for me Honolulu,
That's why my juniors call me ................ (it's a secret !)

When stopped living for a minute

An over-crowded train halted to pass the VIP bogey;

Salty passengers quarreling for a few inches of space.

Well someone's there smoking again and a filthy fellow passing air,

Oh a few lecture on the national policy and spit on the footboard

Say if you can beat this, I'll offer you my time!

So here wheezes past the AC car: red, silver and

great golden lights,

A speed which even the deaf dogs would fear!

And the poor are again left watching those

who loot them passing.

In the soot of the uncleaned scullery someone's mother waits;

Hungry she is, but the railwayman wouldn't know that.

He has sold her long before.

So if heaven lay in that mother's heart god surely is a lie.

And amongst the rambling of a drunken husband time

sips in suffocation:

A child in the crowded compartment watching the rich

parade fast.

Outside the tired night howls of defloration as virgins are made and kept.

A cunning fox gouges at the jack-fruit, smelling the flesh by,

And calls amidst the canopy of a town declare

the hookers out on business.

But the train has started moving again, and so

life does a motion,

And women have salsa at town, just a stone bowl of emotion.

Somebody plays an old song and the wheels rattle in no rhythm,

And if you can beat this I'll bet you my time: for I'm an unheard poet out of business, yet again!

'When was the last time you smiled?' asks the child being sung to sleep.

Her mother lies to her of unknown shores to her alive keep,

Her feeble chords and harsh chores telling a tale of truth

Which the child dozing forgets at the sight of a candy.

The seller has a family to feed, the mother needs

a penny to save.

She lies, so the seller's son would have a smaller bite yet again.

Here in this familiarly unknown crowd the poor are the sellers

And poorer are the buyers.

Oh tell me who will gain and who lose?

If you can answer this I'll worship you though I'm an atheist!

a walk we had

the traffic is not so loud,

the sky is covered in cloud.

the rain is just an excuse

to make you of some use.

don’t be scared little big umbry

you won’t b seared, it’s not sunny!

can’t you ‘see’ the wind blow?

the tension is also at a low.

this i’ll always say without fail.

remember how we got back on the trail?

so come let’s make this evening too

before they come back and confine us in the zoo!

oh how is this?

the memory of a forgotten kiss!

old i am for sure

but at heart still pure.

who says i’ll walk alone tonight?

you’ll be there by my sight.

i remember those walks also

in the mud and across the snow.

creak you do as my bones

make it fast before life mourns.