In the queue

Most Indians it seems
In national interest
Are ready to do and die
In the queue
In full view
Of their money
Begotten legal or funny.

May day, in November

May day ! May day !
Out of cash in November
All that black money in banks
For me not even a number
A token, or something dumber.

Anti-national

Anti-national
Black- money holder to boot
In soiled pyjamas
Or in monogrammed suit
If you disagree
You are surely in a loot
Like me.

I do not write a poem

I do not write a poem
All I do is rhyme
When I am frayed or worried
Its time, its time, its time
For no rhyme nor reason
Off the road; in season.

Take money from the poor

Take money from the poor
And lend it to the rich
The bhakts keep singing paeans
While we can only bitch
About the man of apps
Who sports 'I Like Me' caps.

Some things left behind

Some things left behind
Some ones without a bye
Some chores left undone
Some truths made a lie
Life is here and now
What was, no matter how.

Little did he know

Little did he know
That knowledge
Can do very little
Faced with
Him.

A thread unspun

Between right and wrong
Words and a song
Rests a thread
Unspun.

Take a position

Take a position
Or wait for 'truth' to emerge
Let the events unfold
Let the fires surge
From the ashes
Will come out the gold
Some dead bodies
And some living sold.

Bhakton ki mahima aprampaar

भक्तों की महिमा अपरम्पार
इष्ट देव जब डुबा रहे हैं
ले जाएँ नइया फिर मझधार
कौनसे पाँचसो, कैसे हजार ?

Bhakton ki mahima aprampaar
Isht dev jab dooba rahen hain
Le jayen nayia phir majhdhar
Kaunse paanchso, kaise hajaar ?

Muhammad bin Tughluq, I think...

What Governments do
Is legal
Period
Muhammad bin Tughluq, I think...

I have got miles to go

I've got piles to read
Loads to see and hear
I have got miles to go
To make sense, oh dear.

An arm for a pimple

An arm for a pimple
A body for something simple
When surgical is the strike
The blinded say, I like I like.

The unclothed King

I do not want you naked
Said the unclothed king
As he asked his own
Tone-deaf bard to sing
The magic of the pious
His fully clothed dais.

Attested Identity

Attest, verify, prove
You exist
All else
Is you
Not in your shoe.

Slow and steady win the race

Slow and steady win the race
They were not in
While the faster dudes
Have lots fun and plenty sin.

There is a life that is lived

There is a life that is lived
And there is one that is loved
There is a direction you quite fancy
And there is an other you get shoved.

Surgical Is the strike

Surgical
Is the strike
With no post-operative like
Because nasbandi must be done
Remember how the Emergency was fun ?

Your cash is mere paper

Your cash is mere paper
From now on
Serves you right
Moron
Abki baar
Kaun karega paar ?

Trump won, Clinton lost

Trump won, Clinton lost
What's it to us
They were, and will remain
Bullies
Whatever the fuss.

A day closes, a night is brought forward

A day closes
A night is brought forward
As it shall
Tomorrow
In sorrow
Or delight
Right ?

Right is right

Right is right
Time to
Take a flight
To where
Not in sight.

If I were born again

If I were
Born again
I would still be
Me
For letting go
Is difficult
And holding on
Even more so.

Two sides of the same crooked coin...

Happiness
And its opposite
Are two sides of
The same crooked coin.

Guilt, Inbuilt

I am sorry
I don't mean it
For repentance
Requires
Guilt
Inbuilt.

Child free public spaces

Child free public spaces
Is it too much to ask
Life as it is a muddle
With them, double the task.

Truth encountered

I encountered truth
And found it false.

Visible in a Void

Visible
In a void
I grope for
Insight.

With bagful of resentments

With bagful of resentments
But no regret
We plod along, jealous
Looking for
Happiness
No less.