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Thursday, July 28, 2005


Idiosyncratic days
Fly in fly out
The clock ticks
With a straddle around its bow

Lucid I lie
Unde the candid sky
Waiting for winds of change
To liven my days and nights

pune weds

The trickling drops
Garnish earth grains
The abyss legitimately
Harbors nascent rains
The squirrels squeak
And playfully mate
As monsoon in a nuptial
Weds Pune

Like a veiled bride
She tarries on blind
The silver moonlight
Forbidden to encroach her confine
The courtship on cards
Rejuvenates her youth
Stalwart antagonists too
Forfeit without a feud

Zephyr …docile
Streets…shaken off its slumber
The response is crude
The mitigating market
Nonchalantly prognosticate
Incoming floods of
Succulent gothic and glaze

indian politics

Gather my country men

This ain’t no ordinary lesson

No raving Barbies, no ranting kens

Just a discourse on Indian rapscallions


Yet again .Mr. L.Yadav

Our local scum bag

Has gotten away

With his insidious tag

With Bihar assembly dissolved

Democracy stalled

The states on the dole

And he yet manages to brag

The RSS and the VHP

Flamboyantly crusade

Advanni endorses nascent policies

And BJP enervates

A fortnight later the platter

Is yet again flayed

As the shysters of NDA revert

Ayodhya gets back the freight

Manmohan Singh is busy convincing media

“Its he who governs”

Sonia in her staid accent

Manages to churn

Powerful rhetoric orations

Her Indian kids can’t learn

Endures left’s barbarism

And RJP’s tarrism

And Maneka’s and Varun’s familiarism

Yet UPA stays unburned

BHEL sell off gets scanty

Broadcast seconds to engage

But SRK meeting Sonia

Makes it to the FrontPage

Journalism punch lines

Razzle dazzle dotage

While political daily’s page 3 digests

Becomes the nations latest rage

fairytale part2(end to the ballad)

They say..

the hunter dignified

left the town

and them mystified

so long unacquainted

to heartbreaks t

hey had grown too vain

their fabric fake

now in the face

of misery

reeling from the

dreary mystery

they took to weeping

blaming hevens

and gradually

it dawned on them

so long they had prided

looks alone

jeered countenances

except their own

and now pale thin

with willowy eyes

they looked all

but dainty and nice

and when the season

changed again

spring bloomed

they dint refrain..

played with the girls

on the streets and plains

enjoyed the glee

and enjoyed the rains

fairytale..a ballad(part1)

Oh reader…what do you look for

A poem..a tale ..a dialogue??

Deliver..i will..the sort

That enslaves you…trot trot

There were two lassies

Jenny and jane

Brandishing beauty

And flowing manes

Merchants and shepheards

Drew to their lanes

Showered love and gold

But all in vain

Then came a hunter

Not thin not stout

With bows and arrows

But cupids drought

The bloke he was

Called nimrod of south

But at romance

Dense out an out

Now.. arrived the

Lovers tempest

For nuptials

mayhem and zest

The spring balls

And Wine fests

The country spun a web of its mushy thread

and when the streets saw

the ladies step down

kings offered their carriages

laid out their crowns

they clambered austere

or with a frown

tranquil they rode

to the lavish lounge

while in the fest they saw

the hunter stride

his nonchalance

appealed their pride

in an instant each decided

to be his wife

unaware he was also

the apple of the other’s eyes

in a weaks time

so intoxicated were they l

ove brewed ..then

passion flared

and rest is subject to guesswork raised

what on grapevine was heard

and what evidently remained

and so they met

to confess their love

to the hunter

and each other ..all above


what erupted

was an inferno

like cannons

their furies flowed

its been three

decades since then

the haunted house

speaks of when

the wrath devoured

the two maidens

unblemished alone now

are the tales of the haven