from THE PHANTOM 'RICKSHAW

When little boys have learned a new bad word they
are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. And this
also is Literature.


From the horrible to the commonplace is but a step

must i ?

why must i vie?
why must i, why?
why? must i? vie !

(throw my head back and laugh)

while feelings vacillate
while some others veiled
vie, must i ? why ?


to be cont .....

gutted

catgut crossthread
crossthread cut
the godman cuffed

half moon a crooked sneer
bellies belching beef and beer
the godman cuffed

godman's men ,ash smeared
faith bombed future feared
the godman cuffed

biscuit dipped in ginger tea
garbage dump bugs and flea
the madman coughed

hopelss

.. .. hoped to feed nostalgia .....
...the slip slid away .......
....eyes rolled out of boredom ...
...mind roved around events .....
...thoughts raced to find common grounds ..
....smiles ... ate the lasagne !!!..
the spoon was heavy ..
the moments have passed us ...............
song for the day : Dangling conversations and superficial sighs !!!!

at my wits end ..

pursuit

and the wind blew
gales of dust
soot covered eyes
vision blinded
impaired i groped
searching for meaning
truth blinded
truth vieled
soot covered eyes
gales of dust
and the wind blew stronger than before


----- i