Epiphanies

    Come on now

    No one could be

    More you know what

   We mean

   It had to

  Be

  Come in

  No invitations

  Please

  Take your

  Seats

  Persons and

  Your

 Persona

Need no

Credence

But what

Was the

Need

To Ignore

This

Bermuda

Triangle of

Reason

Where

There

Look

Many thoughts

Lie grounded

There is the

Brilliant Bore

Who took the

Brunt

Poor Thing

Could take the

Bend

And then what

Really happened

To your famous

Resolve

Now the murky

Weather announces

Upheavels

Lost Zillions

Spent bullions

 And the Bird in

Captivity has

Perished

In its cave

Look at

The smoke

Coming out

Of the hillock

Is it the Misty Fountain

Flop

In this inebriated ennui

Any one could

Get the feel

Of

Epiphanies

Triad

     So the smart the visible

     Your designer messiahs

     Of Prosperity hailing

     The rush hour economy

     The Rising Sun Drive

     Where friend are

     We and then

      What happened to

      Those Physiocrats

      Now that them

     Agrarians have taken

    A beating still sniffing

   Death

   Is it the Anthem of

  The Mercantilists

  What are you saying

  Looked like you had the

 Heebeejeebies

 Can it be that

That it was all

 The Grand Plan

 You debunked

 Of course

 The Prosperity Brigade

 Them chasing away

 Your shopping

 Blues and then

 The wretched

 Never knew what

 Hit them after

 Biting the exit

 Pill

 En masse

 Dont cry for

 The Forsaken

 The Undertaker

 Is busy with the

 Arrangements

 Purging every thing

On the way leaving

 No evidence

 And to let

 Half truths get

 The Front Page

  Where were

  The Guilds and

  Your Benefactor

   So to speak

   Go

  Fetch

  Look

  But then

  You have

  Gone Away

  And its  time

  For the onslaught

  Try

  Balancing on the

  Triad

 





  

Winterblown

   The damp air

    Thick and

   Moist

   Cover your

   Eyelids

   While Morns'

    Daughter

    Traipses down

   The dirt track

   Dew droplets

  On wild desert flowers

  Yellow Orange

  White and Violets

  Catch the T morning

 Unnoticed

 As if not to

Ignore but

Wait for some

Warmth from

An early sunshine

Denied by the

Cirrus floss that

Envelop

And the whole

World goes about

Turning tilting

But then

Axis cold as

Razor cracks the

Dawn rays

Now and then

Its  just about

Your Good

Morning so to

Speak

Wherefore

Whither

Will the turn

Of events

Unravel

Look

See

The birds in unison

Acroos through

The clouds

And the Wandering

Minstrel is

Winterblown














 






  

 

Flotsam

    It had to be

    Didnt you know

    The wind carried

    It

    And your Messenger
  
    Boys

   Thought that

    They Got

   It  All

   Whats the

   Fuss

   Where

   Please

   Get out of the

   Coccoon

   Get in

   Into the

   Abbatoir

   Look at

   Them

   Go see the

   Changing rooms

   Look at the

    Graffiti

    Pore over the

    Tomes

    Travel

    Try and

    Know

    There is

    A lot going

    On and you

   Fool

   Never saw it

   Coming with

    Those tilted

   Hats and

   Spiked hairdos

  Really were

  You that

   Hopeless

   The hinterland they

   Say and murmur

  And the grumblings

  Across the landmass

  Every one has

  Is

  Hungry Angry and

  Look out of your

  Con Plans

  Nothing is quite the

  Same

 Hear the

  Dishwater

  Blues

  The Sewrage Symphony

 And you

  Have to

  Not Act

  Let it Be

   Things can

   Look after

   Itself

   Do live out there

   Mingle

   There is A

    Tingle in the

    Air and

    Dont think

    Ever

    There is

    Too much

    And you can

     Only gape at

     The

      Flotsam





 

  

Flotsam

    It had to be

    Didnt you know

    The wind carried

    It

    And your Messenger
    
    Boys

   Thought that

    They Got

   It  All

   Whats the

   Fuss

   Where

   Please

   Get out of the

   Coccoon

   Get in

   Into the

   Abbatoir

   Look at

   Them

   Go see the

   Changing rooms

   Look at the

    Graffiti

    Pore over the

    Tomes

    Travel

    Try and

    Know

    There is

    A lot going

    On and you

   Fool

   Never saw it

   Coming with

    Those tilted

   Hats and

   Spiked hairdos

  Really were

  You that

   Hopeless

   The hinterland they

   Say and murmur

  And the grumblings

  Across the landmass

  Every one has

  Is

  Hungry Angry and

  Look out of your

  Con Plans

  Nothing is quite the

  Same

 Hear the

  Dishwater

  Blues

  The Sewrage Symphony

 And you

  Have to

  Not Act

  Let it Be

   Things can

   Look after

   Itself

   Do live out there

   Mingle

   There is A

    Tingle in the

    Air and

    Dont think

    Ever

    There is

    Too much

    And you can

     Only gape at

     The

      Flotsam





  

  

Predilections

     So is this it

     What about the

     Past

     Where did you

     Start wondering

     About this

    Fixation

    And then

   Why

   You wore a

   Different

   Mask

   Not quite

   Keep this

  Your Facade

  But Yesterday

  Laughs

 Provokes

 Where was that

 Halo

 The Servitude

Of

Clueless

Who thought

You were

It and

Now this

Countenance

Brimming with

Fervour and

Expectations

But the Mirror

Has a different

Take

A big laugh at

This Joke

Forget the

Years

Think of the

Moment

The Breathless

Pinnacle in

Which Life

Has been smiling

Fool

Dont waste

It

Your self has

Deserted

Let it come

Come back

Recover

From this

Fixation

This

Carried Away

Look

Strange are

These

Predilections


  

 

Faultlines

The Mirror Cracks

And salt water lillies

Swim the winter frost

And where is the

Annointment

Taking place

Of the Fairweather

Messiah

Look at that

See

The Unicorn

Come travel

Go rolling

Down the

Skyway My

Unpredicatable

One

Winter fumes

Snarls at the

Unfortunate

Undecided

Forgotten Ones

Nowhere

Somewhere

Anywhere

But does it

Have to

Be so hard

The Ice Water

Mansions of

The Indebted

Break and Form

In sub-zero

Temperatures

While Adventure

Junkies

Get their

Fair share of

Pumped Adreline

Welcome to

The Left Out

Washed Out

Frostbitten

Beings

Eyesores to the

The Nation

Rejects of the

Social Order

That reign in

Spoils of the

Big Party of

Middle Crass

Which way will the

Wind blow or

Will it be the

Great Deluge

And you can get away

In your suba suits

While the teeming

Billions have a

Slugfest celebrating

Apolacypse

And you

Conveniently avoid

Refuse to see the

Faultlines

Signpost

       Server to the Nation

       Whirlpools in the

       Head room

       There you are

       Caught in digital

       Treachery

       Inspired

      By the Arrivals

      And

     Departures

     The Pageants

    Dont surprise

   You

   Where is the

   Next Tableau

   Who is leading

   And this noise

   Envelopes

   Gut level

   Feelings

   Says

   The Gullible

    Have to

   Bear it all

  Irony smiles

  Was it a

   Missed Chance

   Or did

  The grasshoppers

  Suggest Otherwise

  Welcome to

  The Banquet

  Let us all

  Bless

 The Unblessed

 Baptism under

 Fire

 Harmony hits

 A wrong chord

 And your sour

 Face is not

That grim after all

You got iot all

Wrong

Cant you hear the

Rumblings the

Loud roar

Its coming

It had to

What did you

Think

That it will all

Even up

In the morn

Met the

Benefactor

His double asleep

Morning  rags

Hail the Ninth

Ruler of the

Unruly doing

Peace with

Awesome

Troublesome

Child f he

World who

Wanted

To gobble up

Black holes and

Quarks

Now my pretty

We all have to do

Our Bit to

Lessen the

Pain in the Rain

Come light a

Bonfire

Let us all

Sway to

The Beggars

Rhapsody

And try to

Unravel this

Conundrum

Look out for

The smoke

Signals

Can you

See it

On Lifes'

Terms and

Conditions

And get the

Hang of it

All

Know

The Signpost










 






 

 

    

Forebodings

  Looking out of the mind

 Where  shadow lines

 Play hooky to entice

Could it be

That there were no

Messages for the

Unfortunate

The Left out

Drop outs

Who throng the

The turnstiles

Wanting to make it

The Forsaken

Unblessed

Your Unholiness

Its cold out here

But then she came

In from the dark

Her loneliness the

Ruling Goddess of

Ruled

Presiding Diety

At the Sanctum

Sanctorum

Predicting

Cursing

Screaming

Vendetta not

In her mind

Her battered

Book of Chronicles

Of the Unwise

The Illiterate

Whose wisdom

Shines on

The Neon lights not

So bright yet not

Dull

And the Night

Queen circles

Around the

Testimonial Fire

Engulfing the

Miserable

The Lost and Lonely

The Night people

Watching the trucks

Whizz by

The Nations' Bonfire

Beckons

Every miserable citizen

Of the Sidewalks

The Landlords of

Misery wrapped in

The warmth of

Yesterdays

Newspapers

And Cardboard

Heroes

Not so warm and

The Howling Wind

Screams

Penury

Indebtedness

Celebrating

The Festival of

Ill Gotten Wealth

Split

Distributed

Devolved

Uptil the

Under belly

Of Pomp and

Gaiety

Dancers frolic

Sudden sounds

Reverberate

Dire Times

And your billboards

Shouting uncouthly

What is to be

And the Not so

Predictable

Avoidable

Circumstances

That paint tomorrows'

Happenings

And the Wedding

Of Greed and Avarice

Celebrating

Announcing

Dark

Forebodings




I

Whitherfore

   Looking gaping staring

   The gaze stays and wanders

  Time is running out

   Wear

  The freshly cut tears

   Your talisman

   Winter is here

   But no respite

   From the Heat and

   Dust

   Frenzy and

   Homelessness

   Your famous

    Green Fingers

   What do you

   Do with it

   Violets and

   Wild flowers

   All along the

   Dirt track

   Too much of

   Lifes' musings

  Tales turned

  Fables

  As the Discarded

  Distraught

  And Denied

 Gather around the

 Flames

 Of Yesterday

 And shake in

 Todays' Frost

  Bitten Soul

   The Wandering

   Minstrel is here

  To join the

  Everyday Warriors

  Waging wailing

  Wooing Hunger

  Looking forward to

 Some alms from

  Nowhere

  Could do with

  Some crumbs to

  Fight the Plague

  But the Minstrel

 Should leave

 Too much is

Happening

 And nothing is quite the

Same

The Flames of

Yesterlore crack

One last time

Looks up the night sky

And the not so

Early  morns' rays

Need to go

Whitherfore







  













  




  





  


 



 

Snapscapes

    Sepia prints memories mutations

    Is this it or

    Was it that

    Never could get a

    Foot hold

    Across the field

    Where the horizon

    Kisses the ground

    Birds in flight

    Brilliant rays

    Golden sunshine or

    Was it

    The Painters delight

     And the Eternal

    Conjurer going wondrous

    Creations' own Daughter

    Rhapsody in Hues

    Makers own delight

    Caught in Canvas

    In Print cascading

   Your Mindroom

   Filling up the senses

   Trillions of Bubbles

   In the air

  Was it your breath

   That you blew

    No commotion

    Softly she comes

   The Harbinger of

   All that you dreamt

   Daylight beckons

   Starshine travels

   To Nether Abode

   Picture Perfect

   Reams of Scenarios

   Captured

   Snapscapes


  








  










  





  

Graffiti

     There goes the procession

     Your Braveheart in Control

      The Clergyman on the Pulpit

      Making the right noise

      Looks like its Ragtime

      The Minstrel on the edge

      Singing

      Songs sung

      Of Life Leaves and

      Loneliness

      Words fail to rhyme but

      Explode in your mind

      Not a pretty sight

     Seeing the Soul set

     On Fire while the

     Purveyors of the

     Municipality

     Sleeplessness or

     Was it sheer Boredom

     Refuge

     On the streets

     The half naked

     Barefoot Bard

     Scrawling screaming

     Words that would have

      Made sense but

      That was yesterwhile

      Today stares at the

       Deeds undone while

       The Presiding Deity

       Mendicant to the Nation

       Wearing the Cloak of

       Unabashed piety

       Its time to kneel

       The Garbage Prince

       Is ready to do the

       Gig

       Swirling in the

       Slush and      
 
       Somewhere the

       Sewerage Blues

       Echoes Nah!

       Wails weeps woos

       And then the staccato

       The Moon of  all  your

        Moons full

        Its yellow halo

        The Undertaker is dancing with

        The Corporate Watchman

        Oblivious  of the

        Forebodings

        Cant see

        Anticipate the

        Morrow

        Fresh tumult

        A figure disappears in the

        Quite Smoky night

        Shine on bright

         Go listen to your

         Benefactor but

         Beware

         Its ominious

         Shape of things to come

         The Graffiti



        
















      



      












      
































    

Sidewalks

   It is the time of the year

   Things come undone

   Thoughts they come

   Tumbling down

   Find your self in

   The Precipice of

   Expectations

  Worn out cliches drop

  Like a Habit restrengthened

 Winter tales and strories retold

  Reenactment of the Testament

  Unabridged tales and lies

  Told and retold

   Until Time gasps for

   Attention

   Your famous half cocky

   Grin all over the

   Countenance

   Darling of the Millions

  What about the Enticement

   Where does it all lead to

   Do we give up on you

   Shall we say our good byes

   Order your Obit

   Etch an Epitah

   Catch the morning dew in

   Your Window Pane

    Will the Minstrel and Mendicant

    Meet the Master

    In the Ballroom of Caprice

    Its not unusual to

   Find forgotten Eulogies

   Revised to fit the

   Coffin

   And the Ceremony at the

   Hill where your

   Friends once stood in awe

   Of this sudden light shining

   Where did it

   Shine on you

   After all these years of

   Turbulence and Tumult

   Peace prevails

   Should widen the

   Sidewalks

  

And the Wind Cried

     Its unusual

    A feeling of have been

   There done it

   All

   Wat then is

  That which

  Hangs like Icicles

  In a trough

  Your famous

   Author being

   Dragged by the scruff

   The Editor of All Rags

   What is going

    On

    There is a sudden

     Feeling of Betrayal

     Whatever happened to

     Your Master who

     Surveys all

     Will Lifes' Daily Schedule

    Include

    The thud so needed

    For seeing exactitude

    And the I told you

    Sos can drive up

   The moon

   But what is this

   Makes no sense

   The words are all in

   Yes

   Incoherence has its

   Harmony

  In seeing what no one

 Can see

  And go far

  Standing on the ledge

  Of Sanity

 Nah Not That!

 Coherent scribblings of

 The Intelligentia

 Comandeered by the

 Purveyors of All Fate

  Smothered by

  Polissar of the Obverse

  This is just

  Disgusting

  Jumble of a lingua

  Misused by

  Drop outs

  Of the Nations'

  Less favoured

  Watch out

  It is growing

  The Discontent

   Disquiet Ones

  Are closing in

  And you see the

 Writing on the Wall

 Or dont you

 The Sidewalks of the

 Not so fortunate are

 Paved with debris of

The Middle Crass

 Where did you

 Go my Only one

  Where were you

  When the Judgement

  Proclaimed as it was

  From the Pulpit of

 Part Time Messiahs

 Of Lifes' Suggestions

 At thge

 Vallahala

 Shrine and the Priest

 Beckons

 Its time for

 Prayers

 But it is

 Closing Time

 And the Wind

 Cried







































 

Mirror

           Where were you when the bridge broke and

           People were left on both the shore

           You were busy with your own world and the

           Bridge was bombed

           Where were you

           The Young one gaped

           But i did not know

           I blew the truck

           Didnt expect the bridge

           To blow

           So in there lives our

           Folly

           We think and what

           Happenstance

           Is Another Story

           Young ones in the family look at the

            Destruction and

            Lowered heads

            Didnt expect

            Loved ones to perish

            But Content thet

            The Friends had

             Taught

             Them to Resist and

              That they should

               So the Fire rages in each of them to

               Dismantle

               To change

               Rearrange

               Destroy

               But no way can

               The construct

               Develop

               Nourish but they

               Are what they are and

               How they see

               What is up front

               Mirror did someone say

               They are the

               Mirror of the Times

               But let us come to

               Something more

               Quintissential

               The Toast of All Existential Dervishes
  
               Dancing the Dance Of

               Life

               Its on

               There is a

               Crowd waiting to be

               Provoked

               To break into a

               Dance

               To Sing and

               To Shout that

               The Challenge

                Dissent is loud and

                Clear

                The bugles shriller

                The Pageant of Peace Marcherrs

                 Knocking at the Gates of the

                 Village

                 And the Chief is in a

                 Quandary

                 Welcome

                  Retaliate

                 Sanity prevails

                 Indifference rules

                 Not much to expect

                 In fact nothing

                 Happens

                 I told you sos have a

                 Field day along with

                The Sixty plus

                Things will move

                 If you fall on them

                No sticks

                Got to reason

                Outwit the

                Bad bald and

                Darkness

                The Mirror is broken

                Reflections of

                The Gentle one

                Now gone Awry

                Can you see

                The Convex of

                 Your

                  Self

              































                

















































    





























 

              



























































          

  
























          

Beyond

  And the hour glass gets tired

  The sands of Time has

  Not fallen

  There

  Look Beyond the

  Prism beyond the

  Horizon

  The Maker is getting the

  Jitters

  No more Conquests

  Somewhere a King has

   Lost his kingdom

   The White Flag

    Fluttering i

    The Rainbow in the Firmament

     Black and White and

     The Water mingle in the

      Myriad colours

      The Crab got out

       Reared its head

       To find the sands

       Close in with the waves

       Ashore and there

       There the Moon rose with a ring around it

        Is there a way

        Out of this

        Fixation

        Of the

        Moment

















      

Forevermore

     A thought tumbled out of the sllope

     The Hillock grimaced and grinned

     What is going on

     The Revelry

     What for

     The Misfortune of Fools

     Celebrations of the Forsaken

     Musings off the Not so

     Amused

     Pall bearers of

     Market gloom

     Melancholy prevails

     Where does all this

     Lead

     The now  here

     The Present its

     Presence

     After all is Obiletarated

     Disgraced defaced

     Devalued

    The Times are buried in the

     Abyss of the Hopeful

     What about the cups of

     The Clueless

     The Failing light

     The Wrapping Up

     Of Days Antics
            
     Hours turn into

     Minutes in tangent

      With the Prism

      Reflecting an

     Orange Skyline

     In your eyebrows

     Did someone say

     Something or an

     Hastened whisper

    Of nothing substantial

    Did Time give its consent

    To descend

    The dusty dirt track

   The animals are coming a

   Home

   Where were you

   Forevermore



















 



    





 











    




















    

Alibi

     Footsteps nightfall and shattered splinters of

     Sound shrieking

     Treason tracked by the State of Mind

     Humans are in

     Conspiracies predicted

     Intelligent sound bites in Sepia Prints

    Pronouncing Foul Smell

    Planted evidences of Hunger

    Turmoil in the Toiling

    Beings that be Who

    Ensure leisure

    At the Good Lords
  
   Lord of all Lords'

   Grapevine

   Approvers to the Gossip Mall

   Tailors at the Daily Rag

   Ones who Knew

   Designer news at doorstep

   Private investigations

   Some ball point reflections

   Blurred prints of the Document

   Of Futures' Prosperity Brigade

   Clothiers to Middle of the Class

   It was an ill prepared prosecution

   A Fairy Tale verdict

   Bloated bellies on tired bodies

   On its paunches

   Waiting waiting

   Waiting for the

   Confessions before the

   Clever Informed Clergy

   To the World

   Pleaders at the Municipalty

   Informers to the Inquisition

  Budget Projections not quite

  The Subsuming of all facts

  Encroachment of the Spoils over

  Lifes' Penury

  Playground of Insecurity

  Of Thirst Pride

  Hunger Police

 Vacant MindSpaces

 The Cemetry of Dissidents

 Incoherent Wailings

 Of the Mad Barefoot

 Poet

 Harbinger to the Teeming

 Billions

 Scrawlings all across

 The Graffitti of the

 Plundered

 Where are the fingerprints

 The Pugmarks

 And

 Where were all

 When we failed

 Proclained the lies

 Counted the booty

Produced the Budget of Our

Morrows and

May we ask

For Your

Alibi
























 

Alibi

     Footsteps nightfall and shattered splinters of

     Sound shrieking

     Treason tracked by the State of Mind

     Humans are in

     Conspiracies predicted

     Intelligent sound bites in Sepia Prints

    Pronouncing Foul Smell

    Planted evidences of Hunger

    Turmoil in the Toiling

    Beings that be Who

    Ensure leisure

    At the Good Lords
  
   Lord of all Lords'

   Grapevine

   Approvers to the Gossip Mall

   Tailors at the Daily Rag

   Ones who Knew

   Designer news at doorstep

   Private investigations

   Some ball point reflections

   Blurred prints of the Document

   Of Futures' Prosperity Brigade

   Clothiers to Middle of the Class

   It was an ill prepared prosecution

   A Fairy Tale verdict

   Bloated bellies on tired bodies

   On its paunches

   Waiting waiting

   Waiting for the

   Confessions before the

   Clever Informed Clergy

   To the World

   Pleaders at the Municipalty

   Informers to the Inquisition

  Budget Projections not quite

  The Subsuming of all facts

  Encroachment of the Spoils over

  Lifes' Penury

  Playground of Insecurity

  Of Thirst Pride

  Hunger Police

 Vacant MindSpaces

 The Cemetry of Dissidents

 Incoherent Wailings

 Of the Mad Barefoot

 Poet

 Harbinger to the Teeming

 Billions

 Scrawlings all across

 The Graffitti of the

 Plundered

 Where are the fingerprints

 The Pugmarks

 And

 Where were all

 When we failed

 Proclained the lies

 Counted the booty

Produced the Budget of Our

Morrows and

May we ask

For Your

Alibi
























  













 

 

Askance

    Poetry redeems itself and

    But covers up the details

    Of life its trials and

    Tribulations giving the

   Ultimate perception a

  New skin while decades roll by

  What is not what it is

   To be and yet then you have to

  Keep singing for the sake of
 
  The lyrics its pathos overwhelming

  You and in askance the gaze

  Lifts up to the sky which pretends

  A Mute spectator to your fables and foibles

 Forgotten aspirations were there any

  No not really

  Any wish or lurking dream to be someone

  Someplace somewhere

 Doing some other thing

 No entertaining such thoughts

 A Cloak of Ambition torn

 Asunder and the Tapestry with

 Parchments while

 Existence smiles a cruel  smile

 Reminsces of Past

 The Dirty deeds

 Frustrations of the Youth

 Of a World gone

Awry

The Revolving Door of Deception

Diabolical Blueprints

Of This Planets Inhabitants

Askance only to know

That The Overdraft has been

Withdrawn and

No more in store

What then have we

To pass on Your

Very Own and

Not so Own but still

All Our

Childrens' Childrens' Childrens'

A Wrinkled Smile feeling

Sorry about the state of

Existence to be

Askance  where

How do we pass on the

Conscience of

Our very own Greed and

The Plunderers' Blunder

 How do we sew it up tight

Right on Time

For them to Breathe

Do Something Dammit

Its time for

Taking the Long Ride

Give it to them

Even if an Insane World

No more askances

There is no Redemption

Just fill up the potholes

And pave the

Road to Nowhere

They will make  all the

Inns the stops

And Travel

In Highways built on

A Just Order where thereare

No sides on its edges

Its Overdrive

And  there are no

More Sulking and

Guilt pangs

And No Askance at

Creation

Forget It

The Sky has gone to Sleep

But the Day breaks

Any way

Announcing the

Terrestrial Sojourn and

Its

Schedule of

Surprises

Waterfront

  
  Desperate thoughts las

  Like waves lashing at

  The Facade

   Concealed

  Sheer Hypocrisy

  Minds

 Archaelogy

 Reveal but

The Lost

 Waterfront is

Not acceptable

The Poet

Historians to

Pedestrians

In Life's

Mainstreet

The notings of

Days' Accountability

Are gone

Destroyed by

Mind Clogs

Gone the

Memories

Adventures of

Childhood

Youths and

Impertinity

First Joys

Acquiring

An Identity

Forging Friendships

Washed away

 Seas'

Mysteries

Broken

Catamarans

Reborn In

Sandstorm

Let us drink

To the Salt

Of The

Earth

Welcome to

Banquet of

The Dispossessed

Invitation can be

Had from

Your Rejects and

Let us not bee

Frivolous

Be on Time

But why the

Feast now

To Carbon date

The Waterfront

1950 BCE



























































































 

Anyway

      Is this it

      The long wait

      How long

      No not about the

      Pain

      Friend

      No it isnt

     Times' latitudes

      And wishlist

      Gone unanswered

      None at all

      Does it matter

      At all

     Amidst notions of

     Equal Bliss and

     Lifes'

     Shared  Willing

     Encumberances

     That All this pretensions

      Of doing good unto

     Whos' good is it

      Or is it

       Just putting off

        Tomorrow what

        You dodged

         Yesterday

         But it stays

        Stuck in your

       Psyche like a bad

       Debt

       What sticks

        Conscience for want

        Of a better

        Sluice Gate

        Of Reason

        All this madness

       Staying Straight

       Gazing the  Moon

       Acccentuating the

       Restlessness

       Of No Not the

       Mind or Body

      But of Chance

      Big Circumstances

      And Unavoidable

      Eventualities

     Knocking the Doorstep

    Have you written

    Or ordered your

    Epitah

    Wait

    Confess

    Who was that

    Making your Cut Instead

    Anyway



















      


























































    












     Life













    

Time

    It is getting rough going

    Existentially

    Nothing in Flux

    Thaough

    The Times

    Expectations and Self Pity

   Watching the late noon prepare its

   Eventual Slipping Down

   Oblivion

   A twig falls from the tree

   Gazing at the western

    Horizon

   The T skies are full

   Of  Cirrus Floss

   Whitebird perches

   Seem to go nowhere

   Still and Stoic

   Then decides against and

   Flies high higher than

   Height

   Vanishing in the

  Clouds

  The gazing stopped

  There is a nagging

   Thought of

   Lifting  Anchor in the

   Shifting Sands

   Leave the Cosy

   Oasis

   Free from Want

   Desire

   Let Moorings

   Be

  Loosened

  And the

  Grip

  Timelessness

  And

  Time

  Paralell

  The Grand
 
   Dichotomy

   Of

   Life in

   Between

   Someone

   Puts back

   The Clock

    Circa
  
    The  Sangam

    Era

    The Chief

    Has Different

     Plans

    No Choice

    It is

    Time Out

     Have to

     Be on

    The Court

    Dichotomies

    Cease to

    Surprise

    But gets Validated

    Learning to

    Come to Terms

    Will not be

    Left off the

    Hook

    Read the

   Didactics

   Carefully and Do

   Not stray

   In the Desert

   You dont know your

    Name

     Does it matter

     Get on Court

    Time

    Out

    Please

    Dont throw the

    Towel

     Just Stride On

     With It

     One for  the

     Photo Op

     The Countdown

      Begins

       All the

       Best



























  












































  































































 


  

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Dew drops on Millet stalks shootinh uo to touch

The Sky

Look at the Smiles some in Them

Of a Satisfactory Verdict

On this Years' Proceedings

In taking a

Rainfed

Crop

Not Enough as

Says The Minstrel

Bringing not So

Glad Tidings as

Winter Shuffle

Will Reveal the

Flow of Events

As the Nip in he Air

Contains

Predictons

Of the Morrow

To be

Hung in the Scarlet Coat

Of the Wandering

Poet

With no Anchor

Daughters of Laughter

Bringing Plenty Some

The Women and Children

Crowd Around the

Tree and

Look Closely At

The Expected One

With a Birthmark

A Patch

On the Face

Rumours are

Rife About

This Lump of Flesh

And its Beatific

Grin signifying

This Boy to

Bring

An End to The

Beginning of

Mustard Sunrise

And

Rejenuvation

Unlimited

Of All Yester

Years Seeds

A Future

With Harvest

And Rain reining

Tidings of Hope in

Lightening

Pursestrings of Poor

In Rural Skyline

The Women Anoint

The Desert Child

With Turmeric

Vermillion and Wild Flowers

Singing Rustic Ballads

Songs of Deart Dreams

Dancing through the

Night with

Drumbeats beckoning

Hamlets afar

Reminding Beings

In Rural Firmament

Of Freedom from

Looking Askance at the Sky

Mercifully for

Another Calendar Leaves of

Many a Month

The Dawn of All Dawns

That Announces

Deserts' Quenching

Greener Pastures

And Renewed

Existence

Assured Endurance and

Wages of Freedom

Respite from Your

Not So

Friendly Moneylender

Of Every one

The Coming of a New

Day

Portending A

Commoners' Banquet

Where the Deity

Is The CEO of

Mendicants International

And The Mad Ras cal from Nowhere

Playing Dawn Rhapsody

On Extra Time

A Long Tiime Gone

Coming Again

Forevermore

The Day Break Halted

By Salt Water Dreams and Drums

Rejoicing Natures'

Magnanimity of

Plenty

Somewhere A Mother

With A Moist Gaze

Relieved of her Troublesome One

Reborn in Another Time

To Work with While People of

Worth and Revoking the Refrain

For

PEACE

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Skydrome lit with starshine and Yellow Moonshine

A Shooting Star comes a Crashing

Flapping of Wings fill the spaces around

Night Time provokes unhurriedlyy

Walking across in the grass there is Rustling

A civet emerges and vanishes

Across the Dirt Tracks of Motion

The Hillock a Testimony the Only

Witness of

Near Forty Yeears of Rectitude

Seen it All

The Procession

Arrivals and

Departures

The Blood Sweat

And Tears

Where were

We and

Now

The Footprints

Taken to

Distant

Continents

A Glimmer

Big Expectations

Reaped Diviidends

The Radiance Spread

Hearths warming

Better Times

No Speculation but

Happenstance

A Nip in the Air

Too early in

The Schedule

Warmth

Bon Homie

Greetings From

Ramallah

Languages mix

The Existential

Chimney

Chemistry of Lores

From Distant

Lands

Peoples

A Designer

Universe Unfolding

As the Night gets

Young leading the Stars

On a Parade

Starlight

Lunar Rings

Sheer Lumierre

Sounds of the

Night keep The

Awakening of Earths'

Restlessness

To move in iits

Axis

A Silent Saving

Grace in An

Otherwise

Lop Sided

Lifes'

Overview

Reminding Human

Fallibilities

Teaching the

Vulnerable To

Sharpen the

Coping Sheath

To Face

Adversity

Even

In Rainier Times

Look Out There

In the Moonlit Sky

A Chance Springs

Up to Catch up

With Lost Time

Waiting For

A Midnight Rendevous

Of Unknown Intentions

To Sing Dance Breaking

Nights' Silence Just For A

Moment For

The Good Times Sake

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Is there a Way Out of This

It is Suffocating

All things in Life dont come Udone

Didnt You know It was Coming

Give me Succour O Kind and Compassionate

Ship is Blown to Smithereens

Tha Harbour is Broken

No let Go

It is the Time of the Year

Of Tumult and

Turbulence

The Shore has Abandoned

Where is the Oar

Swimming against It will not Do

Have to Go over the Crest

Waves they Come and Keep Coming

It is Building Up

Never seem to end at the

Shores

Torn Asunder

Thrown

Have a Premonition

Of Desert Sands Beckoning

A Land of Varied Hue

Of Colour

The Cruel Sun

And Parched

Earth

You are the

Knower

Call Centre to The World

Your Vantage

Can Sift The

Ill Tidings

Turn it Around and Play

Desert

Dryland Blues

After All

From Your

Point of View

Facing the Aftermath

Of Times' Wrath

It Has To be

Then Take Me In Your

Wingspan

Let Me Transmigrate To

The Marshland Of It All

Where Dawn

Is About To Break

Or Is There Still

Time To

Slip Unto

The Darkness

Before The Morns' Munificence

Is It Possible To

See the

Possibility of It

Dawning Unto

This Soul

This Is The

Lateral

Get Into Earths'

Womb and

Sleep

Nothing Can Save You

You have Strayed

Misinformed

Lied to The Benefactor

About Letting the

Secret Out

About

Sighting

The Songbird In

The Garden Of

Time

Good Morning Not Yet

But It Is

Official Now

It is Dawn Unto

Earth

Welcome To The

Poets' Den

Have a Cuppa That

Cheers and

Watch the Spectacle

Of Another Day

Just About To

Unfold Not Yet But

Ensured Be You

There Is Hope

Before The Suns'

Shutter Is Up

Call At Its Business Hours

Ask The Clouds

Let It Clear

And Life Stares

Another Morn

Let It be

Good

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It is Alright fell some hurt some spilled a lot

Welcome to The Void

The Head Room

Server to The World

Things are in a Tizzy

Mainframe has been wobbling

Have fixd the Condenser but

A Snag in the Axis

No use

Get into the Grid

Apply Conductors to Slow Speed

Get the Autamatron on WISH Mode

Ask the Zedcripter to UnFlap

The Great Collapse

Lost Velocity

No Preferred Liquidity

Debentures going Invalid

The Financial Crunch

Face the Stink From

Banker to The Univerrse

Bankers reading Comics

Traders have taken Over

Buyers Going Underground

Gold Bullion taking a Flip

Debt Servicing Kiosks

Shops selling Anything

Push Cart Economy

Resuscated by a Miracle

Called

The Universal Number

Ration Shop to The World

Distributors Are Invited

To the

Party

Get Going

Whats Your Number

No Dimwit

Not Alvin Tofflers' Driving Licence

This is His

Gratuity

Funders to the World

Shoppers to Nations

Welcome to

The Biggest Broker

Get Your Debt Card Serviced

This Is Worldframe

In the Lenseye

Get Credit

Ask Payrise

Framers to the Mainstream

This is

The Realtor

To Longevity

Get One Now

The Longevity Bank

You can Outlast

Outbeat

Premiers

Presidents

Get Into The

Room

Play RISK

The World Map

Please

Redesign

It

This Is

Friends

The Inevitable

You

Overlooked

Now

Cant

Avoid

The Monetary

Monks

Renouncing

Your Global

Economy

Get Enlightened

To

Deal With

World UnEconomy Mela

Repeal Of

Continental

Trade

Practices

Its

Coins

And

Strikers and

Carromonarchs

Pocketing

Produce

Everything

Sold Upfront

Dont

Hurry

Take Your Time

For The Dust To

Settle

Now Every One

Is

Linked To

The Original Settlers

New Mother Nature

Discoovers Its

Roots In

The YestUniverse

Go Home

Forget The

Blues

They Have

Been Silenced By

Drycleaners to Rainbowland

Colour Indigo

From Now

On

The Watch Is

Over And

It Is

Time To

Say

We Sold You

So

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Darkness before Dawn as Catch the eraliest Bird Waiting

For the First Rays to let it leave its Perch and Flutter Away

As the Village slowly wakes up to the Terms and

Conditions put by the Days' UnRavelling

A Semi Arid patch of Habitation comes to Grips with The

Vagaries of Today to be

Water Pitchers One on One travelling Astrally on Heads

Of Women towards the Only Watering Hole

For Collecting Lifes' Elixir for the Family

The Family in another Abode gets ready to Search For

Its Daily Upkeep

Joining Others in the next Village

Somewhere A Skyscraper Awaits their Arrival

To Unveil Many An Up and Coming Megapolis

Out from the Tether the Animals lead themselves

Hoofs traversing towards a Distant Grazing Spot

Mercifully provided by Yester Rains of Abundance

Wait for Your Coffee

Milk is Finding its Way

In Wagonloads and Trucks

To Start Your About To Begin Today

With the Newspaper

Ah! You can After all hear the Thud of It

Falling at Your Dwellings' Feet

Rays of Dawn Clarify Its Intention

A Not so Dull Turn of Events

Planned Just for You

In Case You Had Forgotten the

The Schedule

There are No Surprises

But Just One

The Excitement to Look Forwarrd To

The Annointment of Summer with

Wild Flowers in the Semi Arid Back Tracks

There to Make Your Day

Somewhat Less Predictable

The Village now Exposed

Comes Out Of

The Dark Room

And a Day Developed

By Mornings' Abstract

A Not So Surprised

Teeming Millios

Wait For

Its Shot

The Panacea

Of All

Panaceas

Daybreak

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Nights are getting cooler but then where is the Wild Cat

Let loose on the sleeping rudely disturbing their Slumber

The Cat has been replaced by Grasshoppers that leaps

Around in the Room but the Sleeping are not Bothered

Look there is the Tiger swallowing the Crescent Moon

And Can you hear the Dogs howling at the not so Gentle

Wind

Blowing Westwards

There is a nip in the Air but It is

Only September

It is not the Month

Fool

There is Change

A Water Body filled with nectar while

The Desert Breeze in Intense

It is stronger than a Breeze

The Wind is now howling

Surrealising An April Drama of

Heat Dust Storms and Later

Cooling up Drizzle and the Smell of

Wet Mud

Earth

Not El Nino

They Call It

Climate Change

Is the Climate Changing in T

Unlike Here

Noooo Climate Change Idiot

Yes We are With You in the Change

See it is not Being wiith us

It is bad for Human and All Living Beings

And All Species

What Is

CC

You men Consular Corps

Just told you a While Ago

Means Are we Short Changed

Frankly It has got Something to do with Aerosol

Up There

Then Grow Wings and Convert

The Flying Machines Into

Rapid Mobiles Driven by

Mules

Try Zebras

Or Cousins

Horses

On Highways

Will be Dung Ho

Very Organic For The Universe

But What About the Climate

How Will That Change

Moral is To

Stop The

Change

Somehow

But How

By Seeding

Earths

Climatorium

Never Heard Such a Thing

Before

It is Barefoot Climate Changers

Deflating Airports

Into

Green Geodesic

Domes

Stop Floods

Droughts

Quakes

Quacks Did You Say

Also

Say No

To

Air Tickets

And

Yell

Crawl

For Walkie Talkies

But What About All

The Oil

Gasoline

White Petroleum

Make a Big Global

Bonfire

And CC Dance Around

It For

Fighting

You Said Change

Yes It i all the same

The Difference being

The Formerr Is

Violence

So Will Vote For

Change

For Mother Dairy Booths

Instead of P Pumps

What is That

Thatt which Pumps CC

And the Domes and Booths

Transform The Scenery

And Nurse

Nourishment

By 2020 No

CC

Only GG

And That

Brings To End

This Edition

Of

CC WATCH

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A State of Mind

Get into the Escalator

Climb

Elevate

What about the Room

Leave it

That is the Present

Dont you want to get into

The Future

The Going to be

Yes but what about my Friends out here

In T

You do not have to Leave them

Just Forget them

Dont think of getting Out Idiot

Get Off and

Go Up

Climb the Stairs if you do not

Like the Escalator

Forget

Do not Remember Anything

A State of Nothingness

Isnt that what you want to be

Throw the handkerchief

Stop blowing your

Two Breathing Outlets

Your Dear Ones Will Be

Happy that at Last

There has been a promotion

An Elevation

Do not Look

Stop Looking at Your Self

Refrain from Piety

All you have to

Really Get to Is

Unwind

Decode

Desist from Insisting to

Remember Something

It is Not

Do you understand

Forget

It is easy or The Demons

Will Remind that

The Engine has Started

And You Will be travelling Again

Never Visualise

Just Rise and Rise

Up and Up

Forget What is Down

For Heavens sake Do Not Look

Just ForeSee

Ride towards a Gradient

Get into the Giant Wheel and

At the Summit Dont

Get Down

Just be there

Leave your Binoculars

You do not need them

Friend For

You are Televated

Celestial Beings need No

Visiting Cards

Stop Remembering

Be at the Helm

And get Used to be

Looked at from Down

To where You Exist

The Helm of All Helm

Gazed by Zillion Pair of Eyes every

Nanasecond

Welcome You are The

Chosen One

The Unexpected at the Top

Of

The

World

Where Nothing Is

Just You

Thats All

No One

Stop acting like Samson

There is No

Delilah Out

Here

No Windows

This is the

Shaft

Which does not

Lift

Transfixed

You are the Pivot

The Bulwark

Balancing On

Celestial Ice Bergs

Stay There

My Worried One

None of That here

Its All Soerted Out

Meet the

Predecessor

The Inmate

Happy That

You Are

Settling Down to

Celestial matters and

Relieved from

Longing to Die and

Yearning for Living

And Most of All your

Freedom from Being

Besotten

All the Best

With Your

Nothingness

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The Train stopped people got in and out This was the Last

Train from Anthill to the Devils Store but who would want

To go there

Cos The Angels are not what they were they have been

Spoilt by the Treasury of the Symphony who is Conducting

A Piece on Poverty

It is a Touching Movement signifying the Tumult

The Profound Effect of Hunger on the Rib Cage

With Photo Options to Shoot the

Emaciated

When there are so much Almonds to Eat


Doesnt Jell

You know the World has just got its Second blast Not the

Work of a Terrorist This is the Second Clash The Secondd

Big Bang

The First being in the West now it is the Turn of the East


To Have the SECOND BANG and the Birth of TUNIVERSE

Where little tunes and songs ate the Allowed Guava in the

IT Park of Brinkilonea which is Two Stations Away from

DRINKILONEA

The Second Big bang was less Destructive in fact It

Produced a lot of Jasmine Wafers that Smelt like Rose So

Now we have a New World Is It

Yes this is the One Conjured by a Certain Mr Keynes

And His Income and Employment Theory II In his New

Avatar and Joanne Robinson are selling like Cold Drinks

And Schumpeters Special Oranges and Apples are Exported

By STC all around the World

Infants play with Abaccus oncee more to become

Space Pilgrims with Spaced Out Future and Ah! Yes

The Food Prices are Falling

Good isnt it


Not Quite says the Agriculture Monster

The Farmers


But we thought Hunger has to Be Removed



But not at the cost of Farmers

Be Politically

Correct

Says Who?

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She was weaving a parchment while it was raining and the Cat

Spilled over the Sauce kept for him For his Soup But How

Come this is T No the Sauce was for Him the Man from No a

Pilot who flew his Chopper And Landed in T wanted to see for

Himself the Land of Zinc Strange ways and he moves

Suspiciously as well What if they found Zinc underneath

All of Us will be Refugees but Why saidd the Old Man We will

Be Millionaires

The Sun has seettled down overhead Small Mercies The Pot

Was Filled with Cold Water and the Lady of the House was

Out to Fetch Fuelwood but why isnt there a Gas Connection

No But we live in times of Penury No comforts All we have is

A Palmtop to be Wired with the Outer World

No it is outrageous dont you have something for a Rainy day

Yes we have some Chilli Paste and Half a Roti that should see

The Light of Today

But Why become the poorest of the poor when you have Zinc

All over and in your Body as well


The Tall one exclaimed we will certainly have a lot of Money

But the Foodgrains have become cheap

What Foodgrains have become cheap?

Ah! Yes Dirt Cheap and People are Forced to Eat Almonds

Because

The Foodgrains have Particles in it that makes People

Invisible


So the Whole Village has Vanished Looks Deserted

Ten Howcome both of Us are Not

Well Actually you are the Remnants of Some Other Self

While I am my Daughter and not Me Does not Make Sense

Since we are Millionaires and Money and Potatos are Selling

Like Hot Cakes And We Are

Back to Barter

Oh! I See the Zinc Company has brought down the Food

Prices to Fall


The poorest of the Poor are having a ball and The




Richest of the Rich are Forced to Migrate to the Villages




Wha Migrate to the Villages?

Ah! Yes the City has become the Kingdom and the

Kings are back in Vogue as the Gentry walk on the Edges

While Horse carriages carry Barefoot princes

But


What?

Barefoot Princes

Oh! They lost them in the

Floods

Yesterday

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Friend when the Pain all over

All of You Many Scores of Hundreds came unto my Life

Been Kind Sometimes lifting me when i Falter Some time

Staring at me to Bully I could not have asked for a better

Score of Designer Friends Signed Sealed delivered by


New Mother Nature Ah! The Earth has awakened

The Birds are Singing Flitting around

The Sun has not quite yet Reared his Head

But Then Let Us All Rejoice Sing Round the Shadows of


One another Where the Sea gulls come close to the Sea

Waters and Fly in Unision Where the Wild Pumpkins in

The Forest is Grown in Groves And


Grandmothers' tales are Retold by Mothers to their Young

Ones

Can you Please tell the Sun to Show up Cos the Sunflower

Is getting nervous andforgetting to Bloom But

Sunflowers in a Desert but Then

Any thing can Happen in Tnia

Where Women can make FM Transmitters

But Why Digress

No Time has Changed

But the Sun has become Unconcerned


And Is Still in the Hiding while

The Poet and The Potter made Friends and

Promised to Make Lamps on

Mud Horses that Can Fly

And Illuminate The

The Night

Sky





Eyes