wide mouth

the dog-headed wonder
(the wolf and the tiger)
crept underneath the shadows-long cast.
the unfamiliar scent of forgotten fodder
swept across the pastures into wilderness vast.
seldom does a stench go unnoticed yet cared for;
had it become staple, its reputation far.

wide mouth never dies by crook or by craft.
wingless flutter. Changeless clutter.
and the waft of change, choke, yoke yonder.
wide mouth never dies by crook or by craft;
nevertheless, wide mouth dies.

oh my! the way is flawed!
the goddamn semi-conservative way is flawed!

now lives a being- the modern thylacinus-
it dares to create, it dares to raze,
it dares to look back, but then again, it dares not.
it dares to face, it dares to race,
it dares to look ahead, but then again, it dares not.
it dares to fly, to vie, to lie unfazed,
it dares to adjust, but then again, it just dares not.
a wasted rebirth it is which is not.

Dawning

First, there was nothing. Not even god.
Frustrated, the nothingness grew, the nothingness blew.
Big bang, big deal. Primeval atom, infinitesimal infant, infinitely intense, intensely hot, was full of hatred. When the nothingness blew, the hatred was shattered.

It’s dawning.

Force, a new entity, came into existence.
Rose to power, this force. The universe reverberated with incense. It seemed hatred had evaded its end, endured, survived, lasted, lived. However, with force also came change. And the universe will never be the same again.

It’s dawning.

Time passed by, undaunted.
Prime construction and nil destruction was the rule of the age. Hatred lay hidden in its deathbed of rage. Galaxies were parties of great reckoning in the beginning. But, as one becomes five and two fifty, royalty meets poverty.

It’s dawning.

Solar was a sole pod.
Soleil was the first god. He gave birth to 9. Now, only 8 remain, sibling rivalry unable to refrain. Initial fury was suppressed. After which some of the planets experienced parental warmth. One of them being the third.

It’s dawning.

Earth. An anagram for heart.
Worthy of her legacy. Fuming and bellowing mountains with red top. Endless seas of fire flirting with dirt and bog. These weren’t signs of anger, but of joy. She was happy because something astonishing was about to happen.

It’s dawning.

Life furnished with choice and purpose.
Light and dark were wedded thus. Replication sparked elation, a revolution called evolution. Kingdoms proper ever at peace, a race for world domination was never a question. Then one fine day, he came, he saw.

It’s dawning.

Discovery, invented, was imaginary.
Desire, the almighty key, resurrected hatred. Man embraced love and loved hate. Abundant was pollution, exploitation, population-explosion. Scant was reason, explanation. One small step for mankind, that was the last.

the global (warming) citizen

I am; so, I pollute.
Me the global civilization.
My stand resolute.
My motto ‘hit and run’.

I am; so, I kill.
Me the global citizen.
Me had my fill.
My sword my pen.

I am; so, I die.
Me the global carrion.
Me so savvy sly.
Me so dying fun.

dig through

(The only thing that’s permanent is change.
Yesterday, routine should’ve been routed.
The day before, it was still rutted.)
The king of kings has none to counter,
unless and until his dogs start barking.
Man, today, you jolt at this inside thud -
“you are the underdog, not the king!”

Start digging
as fast as you can,
coz time’s running out.
Only the fool stares at his own foot
when in doubt.

Dig through the mass.
Dig through the moss.
Dig through the mist
and nature’s other flaws.

Dig through the rig.
Dig through the dig.
Dig through the list.
Don’t falter a bit.

Dig through the mesh.
Dig through the days.
Dig through the memory
of all those frays.

Dig through the dirt.
Dig through the earth.
Dig through the bout,
before time runs out.

Throw out the doubt.

Dig through,
for a fortune awaits you
at the end of it.
Man, now you’re trapped in a pit,
not able to get out.
There is no treasure,
there will be none.
But there’s at least one good for sure;
At last, you’ve stopped fooling about.

loser chicken

loser chicken
heartbroken
no place to go
past a dismal show
wandered about
worried of world
shout and pout
chicken stout
afraid to be bold
slandered so cold
slack and slow
past a dismal show
lasted a sorrow
afraid to fight
loser slight
raid on might
never ever right
lowered brow
heavier blow
laid a thought
maid of gold
candor chicken

loser chicken
lo revelation
stung by fever
stronger than ever
crowed aloud
cowered no more
hound and pound
chicken crowned
defied a poke
cackled a joke
smart and clever
stronger than ever
eased up forever
defied them all
loser tall
time to call
fame of hall
crowd fewer
eager hunter
paid a shot
roasted and sold
tandoori chicken

developmental sore

hello, our pal development
how are you? came and went!
friend in deed was hell indeed
now development is developed vent
hay no need, pay no heed
fend we said but bend you did

hey, no more
don't gore the already bleeding door
a bird in hand worth a crore in grave
so soar again, you on the floor
save the fins, win the wave
when all is done, rest is well

(he he hee haw ha ha he
soar he say but whither hey?
to hit the sky, to death's bay?
to kill a mocking bird me say
is worth a million seeds of hay)

why do you say such obtuse news?
why don't you muse what not to use?
a switch in time saves pine and pine
for gone are those that refuse to fuse
forgone ore deposits, fresh land fine
O rowan mine is yours too tin

our warrior-days are bygone for well
if it's a spear no more, it's a sly shovel
you won't reap what you mow
stop planting trees of steel as strong as gel
spot the reed that endured the gust and sow
drat that daft cause and live, never or now

(no no no no no no no
nothing doing without
doing without nothing yet
fret not for no gust of dust
get set go, mighty metal fore)

your only threat is our only hope
untimely pet or a deadly dope
you don't fret and we don't cope

(don't)

you and us make the we
the end it be if you don't see

(oh, I see!
but when profit makes loss
there no gloss only off beam flaws
prefer apocalypse to jittery jaws)

the mental lore
developmental sore
the deaf elope mental roar

-check-
level odd tempo no
-check-
demo mode demon
(checkmate)
undeterred underdeveloped development

shift

rain rain go away
come again another day
little johnny wants to play
rain rain go away

sane sun shine away
humans want to live gay
little johnny is forced to say
sane sun shine away

***

johnny's great-grandson
is still polluting for fun
you think the war's won
under the warming up sun
just keep ignoring the pun

smell the heat

now the rains have truly gone
from places that needed most
while mad monsoon rampages on
flooding cities sloth and moist

smell the heat
the pungent fetid heat

pain taints every fray
paints every face gray
tons die their lives everyday
eons of evolution in the bin tobay

smell the heat
feel the melting meat

can't you all see your doom gape?
looming over the skies, a deathly shape.
that day isn't far, where dodos standing over the cape
chant binges about the adamant aquatic ape;
when dog and cat attend the funeral of their mate-
the bird-brained obstinate primate,
the fickle-minded feat of fate.

forlorn believers pray, fall prey
to the mental gods who need a pay
you won't stumble upon hope's ray
listen to what the wise nobodies say
follow those that bark or bray
the inferior ultimately lead the way

escape from extinction is just a breed away

kaput karma

birth
gain girth
feign dieu faith
pain love anger mirth
fine song by the warm hearth
wine will wont wive well worth
dine drill don't dive down dell dearth
sign still sore sick senseless sixth
mine long is the harm forth
lain owe fresh earth
reign adieu wraith
vain berth
death

Lost in the good

Drowsing in the dreamy lore
of everything good and nothing sore,
I feel the heaven's sandy shore.
Dreary stretches of hellish earth,
long forgotten beneath the mirth,
I play like a child in the lap of faith.

Bathing in the cud of love,
and wondering most at deer and dove,
I ignore the odd toad shot with a bow.
Tricky, twisted, masked men,
dark in their den, leaders in open;
I see a smiling face, and hearts brighten.

Tumbling down the rabbit hole,
expecting to land in the wonderland,
I enjoy the ride screaming out my pure soul.
Lovely greens, blue sky, no haze,
put Alice's dream out of place;
I marvel at my discovery, in the light of god's grace.

Messing around the imaginary world,
with closed senses and a brain of old,
I smell no rat in the stories told.

Lost in the good. I am lost in the good.

Insipid is the life of a saint,
inside whom reality is faint;
I need to rip open my soul, and dip it in white paint.

Suddenly, through the ice
comes a blistering flame warm and nice;
I shudder, fearing the demon's seize.
Encircling me with fiery thoughts
of novelty and revolution free from clots,
I diminish in the presence of a might greater than the gods.

Thawed are my senses,
by the truth emanating from darkness;
I am blessed, not by the almighty, but a force less.
Mother! My mother is none other.
My earth, my soil, my cloud, tree -my brother;
I feel them all brush past together.

Lying on a moist patch of grass,
there, croaking toads, chirping crickets, butterfly -ballet lass,
I ignore the odd ape braying like an ass.
Looking down the ladder of growth,
steps of nature and the randomness of ruth,
I become a selfless being, ripped off the godly youth.

I see now that it is not only faces that smile.

n | b

new devilry awoke
when little boy spoke
new devilry fresh and stark
nude evil rehashed dark

the speech still rings in our ears
clear and loud it sings of unknown fears
O sweet voice sweet voice
erases all memory of cordial choice
faces false smiles false
truth not far from farce

the voice sings in unknown ears
of days deprived of months or years
O sweet voice sweetest voice
enchants all men who throw the dice
insanity lives among the wise
humanity dies while survives

an elite club snub or rub developing cub
a foolproof hub pub and tub drowning cub

now presidents sat no scope for spat
borders fenced the show commenced
stripped and peeled nuked beauties revealed

Fermi’s brand in every hand
flimsy stand in every errand
for qualm lands in calm lands

what is this new devilry fresh and stark?
what is this nude evil rehashed dark?
even as apprehensions lurk
do the nuked beauties smirk

We, the lumpens...

*** * ***
lumpens lumpens lumps in head
limping mauling the path we tread
dig we did the bones of the dead
low places finally we have located
hail the lord! say whatever you may
here we are to make whatever you say
you may have as many as you may
yet have your say we do as you say
let them be cursed all those
that run from tradition
but use a hose
let them be worsened by collision

lumpens lumpens lumps in head
licking locking parts we dread
how we hate t' see couples in the bed
lord blesses only the properly wed
hail the lord! say whatever you may
here we are to make whatever you say
you may have as many as you may
yet have your say we do as you say
let woe fall upon all those
that rubbish culture
but adore a rose
let them fall prey to vulture

lumpens lumpens lumps in head
butting burning men with beard
one we chew few we spew stained red
must never spare the minority weird
hail the lord! say whatever you may
here we are to make whatever you say
you may have as many as you may
yet have your say we do as you say
let darkness engulf all those
that shun sacred idol
but bury a pose
let fire render all of them dull

[trance]

hearken to him! children of god
all he needs is a cauldron of nod
so his fingers touch the steamy cold
of his beloved substance gleamy gold
did we say gold?
sorry he told them
secretly he hid them
them that had the secrets unfold
rest in peace with truths untold

lumpens lumpens lumps in head
dripping drooling mouths we veiled
now we need a proper meal
long denied by the lord that lied
now we are freed now we feed

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note: "lumpen" is short for "lumpenproletariat" meaning 'ignorantly contended lower orders of society uninterested in revolutionary advancement'.
to simplify things, 'lumpens = unruly masses'.

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