I am tired of people Who show me the book Thoughtlessly overwrought Like an 'on a roll' cook And even if they did I won't shame them on face At the straitjacket they dish up If they show some grace Rule-books and templates Are only a guide For us to carry Together on a ride Whose path is known But re-discovered in kind The traveller ahead Guide discreetly behind.
Last summer was warm Perhaps hot as well This year will it be the same For me to dwell On the staircase down As I frown At the years going by No longer shy Of age And the cage Uphill.
Men in a NDTV debate On women in religious spaces Are acting like men. You know how they are Secure in their fear and far Away from the facts Of how their gender acts.
Lets throw some mud at him Lets dig up dirt and dream Of a 'national' paradise And a saffron sun whose rise Will put Hindus to shame But we will still acclaim Our right to speak for you Go do whatever you can do.
The long arms of the law Have a teeny-weeny flaw They would rather be inside The pants of gents who ride Them to move abroad While we deal with the fraud.
They have got oh so busy In proving him a child Of a discredited ism And worse things not so mild Please for once consider Your lack of any scope For this world to have justice And this child to have hope.
Why make a film And for whom Why breathe in a mountain Inside a small room Some questions have no answer Some answers no solution Except that it might be better To frame one, and not its resolution.
Tell them Those nationals To go look elsewhere For condoms, cows and treason As there is reason On a highway perhaps While zooming past An almost dead Victim of their speed Indeed.