In uncertain minds

Just like naughty kids

With uncertain minds

And evergreen rhinorrhea

With scruffy looks

And pooppy diapers

Worst of all

The verbal diarrhoea

Stinks up the place

Even a cyclone can’t dispose

Scent of ages hence

Marks a journey downhill

As I live on perched up

High in uncertain minds

I may not be alone

There’s a new bird
Singing a new song
Atop the Tree of old
When a spring is born

There’s a new ray
From the Sun of old
Gleaming anew
Where the dew is fresh

There’s a silent whisper
Amidst the winds of past
There’s a new shadow
Silhouette of an elder

I may not be alone
There’s another loner
It could be myself
Nah! It couldn’t be me

The other side

Where lights of dawn crash and burn

Amidst tranquilityy of its silence

Whose dusts never rise an inch

Lying still in perpetual sleep

Tis a place sleep never cease

Rest is always taken for granted

But unused dreams rise up like mountains

And continue to grow like the Himalaya

O’ the other side

Never once a delinquent’s abode

Every man free to his own plot

Every woman is single

Time can’t its patience measure

Nor can priests its faults find

Men can’t its daughters defile

Nor can pestilences its sons afflict

Absolute freedom I desire

That which is found only in you

Take my hand but not just yet

Let me fill my cup of dreams

Where dark of night is forgotten

And dawn is not anticipated

What really is dusk then?

Would I ever know the answer?

My fore fathers chose you

This other side

It is but my right to choose you too

When my time is right


(Dedicated to Nalepa Diou Febi)

Nalepa Diou Febi

Nalepa Diou Febi

Though I listen to myself constantly
Not the sound of blinks have I heard
Nor the sound of hair growing
Even in the storms of my life
The thunderous thud fades to nothing
But this voice of a call
Perpetual call of a voice
Sweet like the sugary sap of a cane
Mingles with my blood
Resounds even to the ends of my little world
It won’t be long, oh it won’t be long
When the moons mature and the days gather in years
The years will bring us together
On a level field shall we ride on
You into your future
As I guide you on
The image of a child, of a man
My child
Constantly, incessant call of a voice
Even as I sleep
I am listening

Like Animals

Just like animals

Run free with me today

Forever on a foray

Notice our horns locking

They are our heritage

Stomp our paws

Just like an animal

Fly free with me today

Forever on a foray

Hear our chirps synchronise

They are our prestige

Flap harder our wings

Just like animals

Swim free with me today

Forever on a foray

Feel our tails touching

They are our vestige

Flex hurriedly our bodies

Are we not animals?

Talking mammals

Bipedalism our invention

Materialism our affliction

Father’s got brawn

There’s a getaway ride
Where do you hide?
Come! Come out now
You! For you I will bow
But here’s your father
Without your mother
And he’s got one seat in hand
It must have been planned
Oh no, this ride was made for one
I couldn’t have won
I know this ride was made for one
Oh no, I couldn’t have won
But I would try
The limit is the sky
Like a relentless ant

On an isolated plant

I say I must try on
Your father’s got brawn
Brain isn’t his kind of thing
I will try on something
Hey, there’s a getaway ride
Lemme guess where you hide

Only reality



At this time of the morn
Not a sound of a yawn
Air Condition’s constant hum
Like the sound of dripping rum
A thought came running
Bright like a flash of lightning
Twas sweeter than I felt
Wasn’t gonna melt yet
But the shaking was real
Twas really big a deal
But the warmth of the sheets
At this time of the morn
Not a sound of a yawn
And the constant hum
Like dripping rum
Is the only reality
In this locality
That me greets

she is confidence in shadows.

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