The Truth

Masaya. Our creation, our idea of permanence, of a guarantee. Our insight into the future we planned so delicately, so meticulously. Details, details, the details that composed each detail. We got lost in our own illusions.
Masaya was no lie. Masaya is my reality, Masaya is my stability, my trust, a part of us that will go on, whether we do or not. Engraved.
This is more than just a memory. This is greater than just a phase, or a page in book. This is the book itself, strongly bound. This is the sunrise and the tri-colored sky, and the sunset with too many stars to fill one sky.
This was reality, and it crashed. This was perfection, and it's scarred. This was hope, and I'm still hoping.
This is still my eternity, eternally. This is you.

Parafuckingnoia.

Jabber mute

Jabber, blabber, jabber

Words using your throat

As a ladder

And bursting out of your mouth

Mute.


Manicured scratching

Screeching, peeling, scratching

Peel off your paranoia

Expose yourself

SCREAM

Let it out


Destruction, break it,

Break it and exploit

Those pieces

Create it

Live it

Breathe it and

Exhale slow





Explode

Never Stopped To Question Why

Do you contradict your contradictions,

While arguing about what’s right

And wrong,

And possibly something that doesn’t belong

In either category?

Have you questioned limitations

That reality inflicts?

The norms, the rules, society

And being taken too little

Or too seriously?

Do you write to be heard

Or to able to hear yourself

Through the various voices

Trying to shut you up?

Does your sight become

Your sound?

Do you feel unplugged

From yourself?

Feel like the audience

In your own picture?

Feel like an inflated balloon

Thriving to be pierced

Just to let something out?

Do you question

The necessity for these punctures?

Are you feeling?

NonsensensensensensE

The cockroach swam
In the paan and spit
And a hen sat blushing
Over the cow’s first kiss
The bus wheels spun
As Banno the goat,
Looked for her spectacles

Chotti was being sold
For a week’s worth of rice
Half for the family,
Double half for the mice
The saans blamed the bahu
For her gastro-meningitis
Camels wore children as hats
To block out the sun.

It is a well known fact
That camel rides are fun
Thus Granny stories travelled
From generation to generation
Sometimes delayed en route
By collapsed car engines.

Ramu quit his job to be
Just like Rajnikaanth
Munni married clerk Prasad
To please her grand aunt
Village ladies swayed their hips
While their bangles played songs,
The elders sat around the fire,
Puffing on their bongs.

Dogs sat around
Watching a drunken brawl
Rodents watched the sunset
The tourist was appalled
There is absolutely nothing
That you wouldn’t find here
Welcome to a journey
Through Mother India.

Ah! More nonsense!

Big cars, small cars,
Fancy dilapidated cars,
Enter the city’s farce.

Fat cows, traffic cows,
Keeping the traffic slow,
Traffic cops are no show

Order, disorder,
Disorder in order,
The cow controls the law, dear!

Cows horns, drivers limbs,
Signal their where abouts,
Signaling the way out.

Cattle and traffic jams
Mutton, beef, ham jams
Non-vegetarian scam.

Nonsense Poems - Billboard

A lizard pundit once

Thought it wise

To shed his disguise

At spiritual meetings

To help meet the Lord

Due to migrating flies

That stopped mating

Resembling his lack of dating

We are deviating

From the topic

“You see my fellow citizens,

Lions fearful of the hare

Hide in daylight

But your sins wouldn’t dare

So we must gather to prepare

Cook them,

And store on a shelf

Hence guiding you to

Get in touch with your inner self

While the lizard advertised

And filled cups with advice

On solutions for inner doubt

There was yet another device

Devoid of flies

For comfort inside out

Ironically placed beside,

(Putting all else aside),

An invitation to meet God

Lux Cosy decided to claim

Using an instrument of fame

That they had the perfect solution

To liberate inner shame

Hrithik Roshan flaunted underwear

Making the locals aware

Of comfort that can be felt

If they would only care

To purchase a pack or two,

One for pundit, one for you,

And united you could say

Yeh Andar Ki Baat Hai

Nonsense poems - Good Life

Bones and stones

And stoney bones

Tomato and potato

Potato flavored tomatoes

Spit and spatter

Gruesome matter

One left slipper

An expired nail clipper

These are the village cow

Basanti’s dinner

She produces milk

And as smooth as silk

The contents include

From all things crude

To all things shroud

Shroud to crude

Polite and rude

As the children drink

Watched over by the wife

I say, welcome to the Good Life!