The God that drowned

flying colours of fervour

of bawdy dances and heady tunes

our supreme god we revere

through showery nights and blistering noons

in the land of power cuts and nepotism

blinding lights embellish our deity

mighty edifices amidst squalor

display our twisted sense of beauty

we stand for divinity

as evident in our demeanour

we seek blessings and forgiveness

and we demand much more

not selfless worship

hedonism coupled with greed

is rooted in our own desire

asking for more than we need

for the remaining year, good or bad

bad or worse to be found

we play our tricks shamelessly

forgetting the god that drowned

The eternal scheme

There is an order

to everything and everyone:

from the potholed roads

to the sprawling highways,

from the hegemony of the rich

to the meekness of the poor.

An army of fools

chasing silhouettes;

A clowder of cats

intrepid and gamely,

it was meant to be this way.

Each one of us

is an indispensable thespian

in this grand conjuration

of beauty and filth,

a drama directed by the anonymous

and omnipresent.

Solve the puzzle and rest eternally

if you can,

I choose to live this dream over and over

and over again

Interpretation

So wise we are

blessed with the art of interpreting

what is appropriate and what is right

appropriate to us and

right or wrong as we shall choose

never a moment do we loose

to assess and stereotype

to mock and ridicule

to praise and fawn

to deny and alienate

instilled in our sub-conscious

this power defines our lives

sometimes the first lesson we are taught

sometimes the spawn of our ignorant minds

Dilemma

I sit, elbows resting upon the window sill

with a clear sky and a clouded mind

I see the road less travelled

through the imminent crossroads

of hedonic pursuits and eluding conscience

of insatiable desires and futile attempts

may I swagger through, unperturbed,

or push myself into the unbound, not knowing

what would become of me

the enervating fear of failure

the apprehensions of deluding convention

that are buried deep inside our minds

no more than beasts tethered to a pole we are

and voluntarily so

the coloured warriors
flood the cloudless skies
strutting around
with their flimsy bodies
and frilly tails
swishing past a chimney
talking to the forlorn birds
their territory is
limitless, unbound
directions are infinite
yet inhibited and manipulated
through the thready shackles
compelled to fight
to win or to lose,
to lose just once...