They swayed and reeled intensely
Surging the pulse
And warming the heart of the Okija temple
They are the cynosure of every conscious cell.
Pittar patter, pita-pat
Chitter chatter, Chita-chat
Their beads sang
As their waists struck each cord
Their eyes smiled,
And gleamed like stars
Their hands move pari-pasu
Like unending waves.
The pains in their feet
Turns to sweetness in our eyes.
Their legs capture
The heads of everyone
In its eclectic movement
Their smiles make men,
Want to create a resonance,
Then there is the urge to caress them,
But can they be touched?
They are like hot coals
Churning out in myriads
They are too blazing,
To be passed over.
They don’t know what or who they are,
But they are aware of their essence
An essence, not near fulfilment
An essence, close to satisfaction
They know that they were born to dance,
Because nothing dances better than the sea.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
I am black, he is white,
We differ in height,
What does it matter?
If the former and the latter,
Assent to the marriage of our minds,
Love in diversity, oh! What a find!
Rather than take a solo flight,
Into a terrain of unceasing plights.
Fairness an aeonian act,
That cleanses a mind’s eye full of cataracts,
It determines the form of my imprints on the sands of time,
It measures the height of my strides, without unnecessary chime.
I am black shouldn’t make my judgement devoid of light and sombre,
He is white shouldn’t make his judgement pallid and lacklustre.
We can weld our hearts, mind and soul together in the heat of flames,
And say no to this untamed monster called injustice which has no one but us to blame,
Because underneath our skin lies the feelings
Of happiness, sadness, anger. Reeling
Us in confusion, fear, peace, guilt, innocence, contempt, love and pain.
Everyone has his or her stain,
Hence we are all the same.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
Physicists are perverts. They keep
trying to peek under Mother
Nature's dressing gown- asking
Her questions like "why
do electrons behave as both
particles and waves?"
when what they really want
to know is
if Mother Nature's lingerie
is red or black, and which
she prefers to wear
on Fridays.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
More grease to your elbows
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
More paraffin to your elbows
We will go on a honey-moon
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
We will go on a sugar-noon
Full-stop
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not
Fool-stop
Slap slapped, sleep slept
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
Slap slapped, sleep sleeped
I own ten sheep and fishes
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
I own ten sheeps and fishes
He is going to three stadia and banks
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
He is going to three stadiums and banks
Tall, taller and handsome, more handsome
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
Tall, taller and handsome handsomer
Give him his book, and give her, her book
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
Give him, him book, and give her, her book
Shall, should and must, must
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
Shall and should and must, mould
This world of nays and yays
We say, I hear
We say, I hear
This world of ups and downs
This crazy world of English
Why not, why not
Why not, why not
Where I am so proud to be an alien.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC