CAFE



Café, met you in my teens,
A colourful beetle you were,
Blue neon was the sticky sap,
Bunch of us were the suckers,
Digging into chilli cheese toasts,
Hot brownie inundated with chocolate,
Frothing the lips with cappuccino,
A few rings of smoke,
Interspersed with spurts of laughter,
Bonhomie at its best.

 Café, The same old beetle after many years,
Teeming with teens,
Giggles and frills,
Few puffs and a bite of chilli; Suddenly,
Bullets splinter the glass haywire,
Bare knives slit throats,
I become still,

 Café, no more beetle you are,
But an ugly blackish grey butcher
with tentacles; the octopus.



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

BIHANGA [ the bird ]

Image
Dancer Alokananda Roy's perseverance to train prisoners in dance forms and make them perform on stage. I am Bihanga, Spreading my wings, To reach the limitless sky, My wings undulate like waves, In rhythmic pace, I fly and fly, Freedom I cherish, My core sings, The joy of love, Finding happiness, Breathing the fragrance of being alive. Suddenly I realise, The four walls of concrete imprison me, A moment of madness, The knife slitted a throat, Fourteen long years in a cubical cell, Rotting in bug infested bed, Smelling filth in murky scum, Deliberating and deliberating, Had I died! Had I died! Then Bihanga happened! I danced and danced, Blemishes begin to fade, Pain I try to bear, Anger subsides, The applause makes me believe, I belong, I belong, No need to hide, Tears courage, 'Live your dream. You are Bihanga. Ahead you surge, In search of that strength, which will catapult you,  into the star fill
Read more

TRiBUTE

Image
Charlie Chaplin I sit in oblivion, Under the foliage of Banyan. Staring at nothingness, Empty tumbler is my heart, Devoid of tears for so long, Dried are the eyelashes, Ready to be burnt, Lub dub lub dub, The sound so pronounced, 'You are alive not yet dead'. Inward I look to find, A hat on a stick on two big feet, Tapping with ease, Comedy transpires , 'Hey! Say cheese'! Eyes popped in amazement, The stick twirled and the hat bounced, 'Hey! Say cheese'! Laughter is nowhere near me, Pain has enslaved me, I gaze and gaze, ' A day without laughter is a day wasted,' Let laughter be the dictator, 'Nothing is permanent in this wicked world not even our tears', Let troubles die with tears of strength, Rise and rise, Thunder rolls, Rain splashes on me, Ringing inside me, 'To truly laugh, you must be able to take your pain and play with it'. I laughed and cried, I laughed and cried, Never so hard
Read more

SHIVA

Image
Mantra: Om Namah Shivaya (I bow to Lord Shiva) Fountain arise from a mass of matted hair, The jatta; captured was Goddess Ganga, Her pride was her tumultuous flow, Shattered; gently she flows with Bhagiratha, The pious king; washed the ashes of his ancestors in the holy Ganges for salvation. Divinity shines, The snake round his neck, Manifests evil courting death, Unaffected and unperturbed, Embraces light and darkness in eqanimity, The mountain of Kailash, His abode, The eternal yogi meditates, Nilkanth, the saviour, Swallowed poison; released, when the ocean of milk was churned with Vasuki, the king of snakes, as the rope. Kindness so profound, In company with lesser mortals, To instill a sense of belonging, Faith in complete surrender to God, Devotion he seeks, Wishes fulfilled when pleased with prayers from demons and humans alike. A woman's pride is his pride, Sati's humiliation was his disintegration, Bereaved by her death,
Read more