The Festival

It's a very retro town,

going down the town,

dressed up nice

Borrow a cycle,

from micheal,

think twice.

Okay i'm going,

the crows are crowing,

full of melancholy

i leave the gate,

who says anything about the "high" infant mortality rate,

it's a festival out there, see 'em jolly.

Safely travel,

people and people on the gravel,

everybody dressed up and girls, nauseous

Women with so much vermillion,

Looks like bleeding, as if hit on the head a time million

Walking with their kin moving cautious.

Men dressed up as if to be in the band,

and children second in command

Oops!! almost hit someone carrying yellow pea

This is the 8o's, man,

everyone crammed in the neighbour's Maruti from Japan

motorcycles with people no less than three.

Whistling at the girls,

wearing dark lipsticks and fake curls

Motorcycles struggling and some zooming past,

in this rush,

a myriad of shops sorrounded by slush

i see the fair & the ferris wheel so vast.

The policeman whistles,

"STOP" he howls

no iff 's no butt 's either go there or park your cycle and WALK

A ban is a ban,

same for you & the President of Sudan

i walk to find the closed library block.

No novel to read,

to a shop smoking a cigarette i proceed

the unfriendly owner hands me a drink

i sit down & go back to the early 80's congregation,

far from modern civilization

i am in sync.

I'am also dressed up,

dawdling around drinking in a cup

i'm one of them

am just another guy at the fair

i'm famished got to catch a snack there

ride back and smoke some grass for Vitamin "M"

The hawk who fought with it's reflection,

on the mirror had it's destruction.

The bone on which the dog fed,

had his own gums bled.

The slayer knight who was well-known,

on the battlefield died all alone.

The unknown,unmourned,dismembered,

is remebered?

The Rain Won't Stop Me

I walk down the road,

Ants start to scuttle on the street,

Birds start chattering and flying in load,

The road is still damp from yesterday's rain beat.

The sky is still damp from yesterday's rain beat,

The rain is mellow,

It is going to rain, how did these ants and birds know?

Was it divine premonition?

Why are they they chirping so loudly and why is their flight accelerated?

The ants' colonies have faced demolition.

But do these birds' fear their nest's takover bid?

To ration some quid?

I just gawk,

Because I cannot understand bird talk.

Their chirping resounds in my ear,

Their cry shrills the atmosphere.

The rain has become severe,

This distance i must clear,

I cannot see the frontier

Why doth so O! rain God?

With so bright your lightning rod.

Does it pleasure you to see us pained?

Are you a sadist?

Are we to make you entertained?

Only does death persist,

After all what's on your list?

I don't see the pun,

O! Holy one.

First make us run in circles for water,

Cause droughts and famines,

As we beg for water,

Grant us our wish and kill with a water spout.

Do you deserve devotees so devout?

The rain has enhanced,

Quite unannounced.

I must hurry ,

The rain cannot stop me.

Oh my mother nature!

I see these trees swaying in the wind

Are they swaying in happiness i'm not sure,

Or are they aware of arrival of Death which knows only to grind

Neither to the flora or the fauna is death kind

All must succumb to the Grim reaper,

The death keeper.

The same scythe that harvests 'em uproots 'em,

You kill your own children,

Those who inhabited your gardens from p.m. to a.m.

You're condemning them in metric tonne

Yes, yes you too have your fun.

The rain is increasing,

All i'm doing is pacing.

O Good Lord!

Why doth you piss on us?

As i faster trod,

I land into a ditch and from the road i digress,

The ditch due to man's own transgress?

I find the reason to the fall of the shelf,

He who digs a ditch for others falls into it himself .

We've polluted the environment,

Man is eternally crying,

But i see the reason for our confinement,

We're ourselves responsible for this dying.

Whatever we've been denying

Chiefly we've polluted our mind,

Gold cannot buy peace of mind.

I reach my destination,

Lacerated.

There's a peacock dancing in celebration,

It dances unfazed

There's a rainbow in the sky red,

Seeing me towards the rainbow does it fly

Hope is still there, it does imply.

I must hurry,

The rain cannot stop me .