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Fading Away
In the beginning A single voice And the light and shade Played naked Ruinous games In torrid dampness And sweat! Far away from the cicadas I lay down Myself On the marbled floor Gasping- The touch of ice flakes! Time Once again Had fled- Memories in their rhythmic walk Ebbed And the stars Closed in On my lake! Sunrise- I am dead!
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Untruth
I asked you
As I played - Your head nestled
On my chest
And I stared
At the eyes, whose voids
Made a patterned snare
Was it Venus at her best?
I asked you
As you peeped
And you murmured
Squirming
In sweetness
Like always
Or may be
You put me to the test
Tangled at last
In the transparent cords
Tendrils and fingers spoke
Softly in a tryst
I always believe you
Knowing some words
You speak
Are true
And because
Only half of my lies
Are untrue
As much as a laced web
Without threads!
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False Promise
Sometimes I drive by her lane
And ask her to hop in and chat-
She stares hard at me and yells
Shoo- you aint getting that,
But yes, she is my friend,
Also that I must make some amends!
Sometimes ago she had climbed in
Into the car, admiring my things,
And did that too, you know what
When I asked, happily she said yes,
She liked to be with her friends
But my car was a thing she always
Craved to be in, for she stood
At the corner, forever waiting
Looking for someone to do it good
For this, and more of that thing
Every time at the back of the car
I guess I had to take her a bit too far-
I guess she had taken a fancy to me
My waving at her, and she was happy
Obligingly she would get into the car
Asking to be driven quite far
Leaning into each other, of ecstasy
And that glint of desire I could see-
You know my car is usually dirty
She would stare at the dirty mess
She would clean it up, and the popcorn
Made me a little full of happiness
And snuggle closer, without preamble, before long
And she sang sometimes, a dreamy song
And then one day, as I passed her by,
Not really meaning that, not really knowing why
I looked away and did not wave, I never cared
I knew she looked my way and hard she stared
With a bit of the tears I had never seen
It was just that my car was new and clean!
So now, when I drive by her lane
And ask her to hop in and chat-
She stares hard at me and yells
Shoo- you aint getting that,
But yes, she is my friend,
And also that I must make some amends! |
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Aged Urchins
Urchin Land Between here and nowhere Through the land of the coal rich terrain The urchins ran in Wherever it was, the train had stopped- And there she came A young leader Hardly dressed Transiting between Child and woman And her band Three siblings, perhaps And they sang their toneless song Spread their hands And danced to Bidi Jalaile! And the gents Baring their teeth Grinned- Her dress had holes And torn patches showed Anatomical details And how the black dust On her feet And dirty hair Called for lust In the eyes of the traveling males So I puffed away, Dazed The pennies given, The eyes knew What they wanted The urchins stood ground And the guard And the engine blew Whistles of jeer All aboard The sad girl stared Darkness came And the men continued their card game One club One heart Three no trumps And they all thought of the thighs- And the hand pump They left behind On the platform!
“Bidi Jalaile” is a Hindi song- lustily sung in a throaty voice, by hip-swinging females on stage; bidi means a native rolled leaf cigarette like thing, and implies you have put me on fire- jalai+lay means exactly that!
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Lion King
Salty Dreams Aged lions hunt for prey If they could But they seek the contact lenses lost In coitus, and abusing hard Roar at the stars! They are indeed desperate Seeking the carcasses of felines With split dresses, seeking ingress Into flesh, toothless. They cannot Tear anything as strong On fire, and not caring either- Well, lion, tonight you may squabble a bit In your den, in your harem Some old lioness may wash you In tenderness, Soaping and rinsing your mane In the cage- We have many things to do tonight Benign inverted images Hung like mirages in the desert And lions, long dead! Remember the nights Of emptiness- of youth On a hot tin roof Hot on the trail Of his lioness Lithe, young and snarling Tempting, swaying Baroque, brazen And now he, The aging patriarch Just a year Until death!
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Unmentionlable Story
Tidbits During the chat With an unduly worried Dad Told there was no more tit for Tat Said I You mean Tat got no tit! Sad hungry kid may throw a fit… Said he- When she got hurt- how hard he bit Me the father was angry Was he teething? I guessed He sent a writ that His wife was bitten by his stupid brat Itsy bitsy titsy bad kid And you could see He had yelled -Leave that tit alone son- Why don’t you simplify your fun? Because it has been bit of your stupid wit Because that bitten tit Will drive any Momma out of her wit And outside the home I shall make you sit Or may be just swat On your baby bums, no Tat? Why you wailing Baby Tat You stupid stupid bawling bat A tit is not meant to be it Abused by a brat and made unfit Have you got that? So Tat wails more a bit And his Poppa is crazed a bit His ass on fire He rages and rages and seemingly cannot tire Mother also has her painful ire She is crying a bit And is about to throw a fit For Tat’s teeth Have made her seethe! In the end we know Tats will always throw a fit If unable to try their teeth on it
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Guileless Siren
Promises Daylight dreams of the guileless siren Came in riding the sunbeam train She was a bit underdressed Hair wind tossed and messed And the dream said ride me Take me… This is you ticket to Utopia Change into your favorite mania The guileless siren pirouetted The throbs rose and abetted The diaphanous sight Whispered in delight Shimmered a bit translucently In the dusty sunlit room mildly And the guileless one Slowly sung her song This is you ticket to Utopia Change into your favorite mania Afterthought She asked me if I would notice her again As she was walking in the summer rain Her, an angel, animated and yet lifeless Could I not, I said to the siren in distress In her absence, the nightmares Drive into my mind, always without a care And even as I stare Into the morning glare What troubles us, I ask Hidden in our dreamy mask The guileless siren Once now, and once again?
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Dear Lord!
Someone complained of an unusual thing! I was amazed- and I could only advise her to pray! Believing in the power of prayer, I ask you to please fold your hands, wrap something around, to hang a clove of garlic around your necks, and pray for her too! Let’s begi….. Oh no, I spy- she is here…. run! Dear Lord I just know my neighbor And I hate her ardor When she hugs She bugs For my neighbor Is les Les, in short Is not a sport I can’t say I have less of Les Or Les is any less Les needs her les So now there is too less Because Just one of Les Is one less But I am her victim My future is dim I have too much The truth is such That there is an excess Of Les And my hubby Hears no less Of Les He is old And he is a lech So it is Les and Lech More or Less Thank You for the mess Les You may bless Lech You may bless And me, Please God I want less of Les! God Bless!
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titanic
Can you hear kenny G?
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A Short Note on Global Warming
My dad tells me:
Give a man a fish, and he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish, and he will eat for a lifetime.
And so I tell him:
Give a man some fire, and he'll be warm for a night.
Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
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