Sunday 25 May 2008

Worship

I spoke to Him.
He asked:
Why dost thou
worship me?
Dost thou worship my
infinite genius
of creativity that
made the heavens,
the flowers and thee?
Or dost thou worship
the unerring
measurer of thy deeds,
who judges and sentences
without appeal?

Limits

For every Alexander
There is a Punjab,
For every Bligh a Bounty,
An East India Company
May plunder, chase revenues
And impose doctrines,
But it would do well
To steer clear of Dumdum bullets.

Monday 5 May 2008

Parody - Give back my Refund

My Refund cries under the taxman
My Refund cries under the king
My Refund cries under the taxman
Oh give back my Refund to me

Give back, give back
Give back my Refund to me, to me
Give back, give back
Give back my Refund to me

Last night as I sat with my accounts
Last night as I sat with my books
Last night as I sat with my accounts
I dreamed that my Refund was dead

Give back, Give back
Give back my Refund to me, to me
Give back, Give back
Give back my Refund to me

Oh throw ye curses o'er the taxman
And throw ye curses o'er the king
Oh throw ye curses o'er the taxman
And Get back my Refund to me

Give back, Give back
Give back my Refund to me, to me
Give back, Give back
Give back my Refund to me

The lies will blow over the taxman
The lies will blow over the king
The lies will blow over the taxman
And give back my Refund to me

Give back, Give back
Give back my Refund to me, to me
Give back, Give back
Give back my Refund to me

Friday 2 May 2008

Ghazal: A Song of Lost Love

Squashed, she lay in a pool of other people's blood,
Squished, she lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Oh! Her crumpled gossamer wings shall buzz no more,
Hushed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Alas! Her broken slender legs shall land no more,
Smashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Oh! Her maxillary palps shall sense veins no more,
Bashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Oh! Her blunted piercing stylets shall drill no more,
Mashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Alas! Her maxilla shall suck up blood no more,
Coshed, it lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Dreams of little maggots floating in still water,
Dashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Hopes of a malarial life lived together,
Quashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood!

Pitiful this male mosquito sings lamenting,
Crushed, She lay in a pool of other people's blood!

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