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