Loss of innocence

The crazy times
have taken the children head on.
O' you children of the modern depression!
Where do you go when your little feet
are tangled up in chains of illusion?

Satyam, you were taken away
at an age where you failed
to understand the value of your life
by those who were too young to know
that children were meant to play.

Instead they played with fire
with money and greed,
Where are the little joys?
They were shot in the head
by the child's new toys-
the gun.

And your picture flashes
in front of a million faces
who switch to another set of moving images
in a matter of minutes.
Spare a thought for the killing of prudence
Shed a tear for the loss of innocence.

Shoot that man

He's filed an obscenity case
or a PIL against every free face.
From Rakhi to Mallika-
he's got them all bound.
An unhappy soul, set him free.
Let's get him down people.
Just shoot that man.

He's beaten up the "loose women".
Demands them to be slaves.
A control freak on the "loose".
Let's get him down people.
Just shoot that man.

He takes the shutters down-
public demonstrations and burnt cards.
He's a violent lunatic on the prowl.
Let's get him down people.
Just shoot that man.

lines

Creating,
lines
where there are none.
Drawing,
boundaries
to simplify
what the mind
cannot comprehend.
Forms and shapes
from the confines
of the horizon,
paint
an illusion
of a mind
that fears
the boundless.
And the mindless
chains
dissuade
the mind of
a free fall.

In the heat of the afternoons
gone by thinking of you,
I take solace.
In that air
that at least brought your voice
to my ears, parched for caressing words
gone unheard
and the caring hand gone unseen
by the mind that knows not
what it means to give up
on love.

For love’s sake

Don’t sleep,
don’t wake.
Lie there somewhere in the middle
Don’t use the word ‘make love’
For love’s sake.

Don’t ruin
the fun
of not going all the way.
Don’t give it a name
What’s undone is done.

Don’t think
of us as lovers.
For love can get all fake
So make me yours for this night.
Be my friend for love’s sake.

Everything's not alright

Everything is alright
And everything that’s not will be
And you and I will live
in hope forever.
Yawn…go to hell eternity!

Bumpy roads, patchy lanes,
shooting dogs
And dying rats.
It’s all the same.
Another day of hope
Another day of attacks.
Born and gone in a whiff,
thrown in a shit hole at the door-step
Of a minister’s house.
Then where is it that you live hope?
In the government?
Or a poor boy’s grouse?

It takes ten to prove,
ten years to convict,
Ten days to escape.
Ten seconds for you and I
to kill but we die,
and justice is raped.

Everything’s not alright
Neither outside nor inside.
For we live by the same old thought
And fall prey to same old casteist plot,
smelling of the same old inaction,
mistrusting the power of dot.

Desperate

Desperate, foolish, distraught.
I lean on someone who leans on me.
I have seen you across that line before,
at the point where light sends back a reflection.

Utopia

From the space between two wishes of my mind comes the dire need to make ends meet.
The ends- one of the real and one from the realm of the extraordinary.
The space sucks me into my own desperate world of Utopia.