BEFORE I SLEEP

My eyes close up
Opening my mind to a misty world
With shadowy outlines welling up
From the shallow depths
Of the past day's events
Shaping the Mosaic of my imaginations
Into corresponding dreams
Standing guard
At the out post to my consciousness
Just before I sleep.

AT THE COUNTRYSIDE

I got blow-out on my hair
Am at the countryside
A mixture of emotions
Envy, admiration, Hatred
And jeering too.

I got sunscreen on my face
That gives me
The unwelcomed company
Of confused glances
At the countryside.

I got a necklace on my neck
Glittering with life
Never puts it down even at sleep
This was made for ladies
Though written on it not
It's not manly
At the Countryside.

TEENAGE WOMAN.

My two decades of existence
Keeps me glued to the classroom furniture
And the male comrades too
And not leaving behind the city lady.
The holidays argue out my freedom
And am let loose into the countryside
The Domicile of Origin.

This company that I need so
Of the human species xx
Looking for all but to naught
They all be teen mothers
Trampled roses, Imprisoned souls
I miss the beauty of the flowers
And the noise of Virgin laughter
Cruelly held away from me
By these a bit too early mothers.

Nothing seems to get better
For the Light-denied countrysiders.
Will a sight appear in the sky?
Or an angel drop from Heaven
To bring a huge handed message
To grab the fifteen years old woman
Back to the classroom
So that am not a grandfather
At thirty years of age.
Slacken your pace oh teenage woman!

UNNECESSARY NOISE.

The music disappeared
Into the blues
Those soothing notes
The elixir to the soul
Devoured by a wordy Hulabaloo
The one that draws a rabble
In place of dancers
The maniacal drumming
A rhymy confusion
The one they call music
And I call it noise
Unnecesary noise.

CHURCH DEMON

Sent away from the church
To keep her hipsters away
And that almost transparent dress
That terminates
Several inches above the knees.

Told that she was
A stumbling block to the male congregation
The pastor still in the brackets
Denying the chosen ones
The power of the Holy Spirit
And yet the Spirit of God was moving
Above the surface of the waters
When Adam and Eve were still naked.

Told she stirred the spirit of desire
The spaghetti blouse
Starting too early and ending too late
Cooking immorality in the society

Hungry men; say lustful
Evil Minded.
Yet they claim the Spirit reigns
Overcome by their selfish nature
A willing Spirit
But a weak flesh
They blame it on the Church lady
And I have never seen a bull-rape-and -murder
And never also seen
A dressed Freshian cow.

THE RED MONSTER

I saw a very old woman out in the cold
There was rain
There was a hyena
Eager to take a piece of her
And she cried out feebly for help
And she was answered
Or rather she now had company
Of a red-eyed and horned monster.

It trampled on the only hope she had
The feeble voice
Muted like a zombie
And the beast
Coughed out a fire of destruction
Breathed immobility in her
Too eager but not quite able
To lick away her life as well.

Helpless, rejected and dejected too
Talk of desolation and poverty
Never again back to her land
Her only inheritance; and heritage too
The woman dies of hunger and disease
The monster wags its tail in joy
Then turns its back in her and leaves
Unburied, unattended, unmourned
For the beasts of the wilderness.

ILLEGAL GATEPASS.

Before my tender lungs
Have known an inflow of breath
Or my eyes have seen
The beauty of the daylight
Before I have come to know
The taste of first-milk
And before My new skin received
Then caressing warmth of the sun
Mama,
You have handed me an illegal gatepass
Past the Birth canal.
Shattered my candid destiny
The president of the Land.
Flushed out your liberation
From the bondage of poverty
And the fangs of disease.