PERSPECTIVES

 

My

world is

an isosceles

Where I stand

on the base, And

gaze at the apex

For this years I have

trekked,

The

apex

still is beyond me.

I wonder why my triangle

Looks like two parallel lines?

Experience,

I now see

Is not mathematics

Illusion

is not

what

you see

It is what you feel,

If the truth is

what I feel

Then

I

am dead.

 

 

 

ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS

 

when  the sober speak with drunks

it makes no difference

it is not that the words don’t get in

it is only that it gets drowned

 

when the sober speak with drunks

it is not incommunicado

it is just that the lines get garbled

somewhere in the brain

 

when drunks talk

it makes a lot of sense

in vino veritas

and they speak their heart

 

when drunks speak with teetotalers

they have a lot to say

if only the bigots listen

it can save a lot of pain

 

when the sober get drunk

it is a radical approach

there are two reasons i know of

he's bereft of wealth or wife

 

 

 

SUBCONSCIOUS

 

idle moments

are best relived

on the verge of consciousness

 

idle relish

flashes back

when the stomach

is empty

 

idle thoughts

are savoured

like mirage

on a parched land

 

idle gains

like dreams

vanish with

the cock-crow

 

 

 

WAR CRIMES

sing the tunes of the cruel song,
then mime and act the dreaded rhyme,
poured from the heart of an evil throng,
of grimy filth and filthy grime.

blare the bugle and weary trumpets,
then toss in the khaki puppets,
with pockmarked faces of endless strife,
at the center stage of a morbid life.

echo the yell and the victim's wail,
then follow the zombies on the trail,
where hate opened her fiery doors,
vomiting clean murders and senseless wars.

sit still and remain stone-mute,
then watch violent rape by a brute,
of virgin lands in modern times,
don't thunder at irreverent crimes.

don't try to cure this malignant disease,
but see what daredevils try to seize,
with well-mannered men, though ill at ease,
of false smiles and embrace called peace.

gaze at the white poles of the earth,
then see it brimming and chocked with dirt,
that is fairer than this dumb silly riddle,
of the black loam in the middle.