The Language of Greys

He sat on the snow peaked caps,
Deeply inhaling the smell of ecstasy,
His elephant son as he ensnarled the rat,
Chasing him towards supposed retribution,
Down in the garden the nigger danced,
Surrounded by his bevy of concubines,
And the orange robed man sang praises of himself,
Poisoning all ears in the vicinity,
The lady dressed in silken robes,
Showered gold teaching the language of greed,
The three headed man as he lorded over,
Pain and suffering raged under his reign,
The measly shepherd as he led the herd,
Millions crucified all for him,
One man deciding to guide the way,
Shrouding women, condemning freedom to blasphemy,
A woman the epitome of motherhood,
Resorted to Cupid's bow to trap the man of her dreams...

Fear, rage, anger and greed,
Lust, laziness, gluttony and pride,
Who do I believe in
Who do I follow now,
Nothing no more black and white,
For the creator himself taught me the world of grey...

*Disclaimer: This poem does not advocate hatred or anti-religious sentiments. Nor does it wish to go against anyone's beliefs. I would like to ask for pardon if any sentiments were hurt. It is just a form of personal expression.

Memories of English Literature...

Away I fly to a wonder-land,
Where no Shadows of Ghost (Ghos'h') can ever me haunt....
Families Running just a mere sight....
Long I to read books on summer dreams
that to screaming nightmares do not awaken me....
Where Romeos just wayward lechers 
and for love they kill, not die...
Here men don't go gay for an easy lay
And women feel safe only with 'men'...
Dream Children create fears of population exploding
And Schools of Knowledge just google and internet!
Where for a Corruption case you bribe the judge
And Courageous Mothers battle the fear of school portions...
Romantic bringing mills & boons to mind
Victorian, when you manage a first class!
Jacobean, perhaps Jacob's siblings
When quality is anything that makes a profit...
Sen bringing a sensuous diva to mind.....

A bridge across
A bridge between now & then
Practical world outside us
Battling of a different world within.....


Dedicated to all my batch-mates of T.Y English!

Ba-Ba (Baba) Black Sheep

"Ba ba black sheep

(Baba black sheep?)
Why are you called thus?"
"Ah! My child the mystery of life
will be unrevealed soon…"

"Ba ba black sheep
(Baba black sheep)
have you any wool?"
"Yes dear, yes dear,
three bags full!!"

"Then my father, old father,
will you lend me some?
A tiny ball of gold & silver
should do mum & me
through winter..."

"No no my child!
(Are you my child?)
That one is for my master.
But I'll see what can be done
should the lovely mother come."


"Master? MASTER?
Who is YOUR master?
You the father of all!
And mother is busy
counting the greys."

"Greys? Greys?
The last I saw them
Thick & brown!
And my master is
the blue suit yonder..."

"Master?!?
Blue suit yonder?
The white with the tie?
The one who killed
my brother?"

"Ho hum, Ho hum,
Anthing more you want?"
"A ball maybe of copper
Baba or even
bronze would do by..."

"O o No no,
That ones for the special dame.
A creamy body,
dash of pink (glazed eyes)
Mr. Blue suits wife."

"Nothing for us?
Nothing for your sons?
To help you we bruise & toil!
Three bags wool.
THREE BAGS WOOL!"

"Bags you fill,

my stomach swells.
Happy & gay are mere dreams
for you mortals but not for
Baba black sheep (ME! ME! ME!)"

The plain mystery now revealed
of black & charred souls.
And home dejected went
the little boy
who lived down the lane...

Blissful Sleep

A close friend lost,

Handled a boss irate,

Reached home late,

A mother's fury faced,

A silly lover's tiff,

Break-up scare whiffed,

A father's glare stiff,

Met with quivering eyes,

Jealousy at work,

Envy at play,

Time stubborn

Refused to stay,

The day spent worrying,

The night tossing and turning,

Wrinkles lined youthful eyes

Creases marked shiny heads

Deep in thought I walked lost,

Insomnia my religion,

Stop worrying I can, I will

How to stop?, I frowned again...

The answer found,

Bed and pillow bound,

The only night I slept in peace

Was the night I stopped caring...

Satisfaction

Chocolate Arousing
Strawberries ripe
Gentle tickling cream
Bed of roses
Feathery touch
Ice-cold bubbly
Gently warming
Soulful music
Fills the heart
As the lips whisper
A happy sigh
Finally Satiated...

Santa-Claus

Laughing a merry, deep-throated Ho,
The bearded man jingled the bell,
A bulging sack upon his back,
A merry glint in his eyes...

A chariot drawn by thirsty wolves,
Starched-white fluff covered his frame,
Rotound belly rumbling, groaning,
Cheeks a-pink, glowing, red deep blush...

The joyful ones gathered all around,
His hand outstretched imparting joy,
Gleam nesting on each little flower
On his lap as they merry made...

The empty sack, littered ground,
Wolves' hunger finally satiated,
Santa trudged back to his little hole,
His bright red robe in moonlihgt aglow...