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I had told you about Hengloo
I was fond of feeding him
he was fond of me.

I had told you too
Come Saturdays
returns the pain
of not seeing those waiting eyes.

Now you ask me
why I write these all over again?

For at the grocer's
came a brown cow
his dangling head
his storm-cloud eyes
signing to me
feed me
I too am hungry.

So this Wednesday evening
with my socks still worn
a love is born.

I hear a voice say
Here I send a new friend
find me in him.

My socks still worn
I dip my hand
deep into
to find more friends...

Saturday is just three days away.
Beckons him the freedom’s verge
Atop's blue ring
Lures him the wings’ urge
To think nothing,

Lies his feet
On window ledge
He sees the writ,

His heartbeat
Says this *******
Is bitter sweet!

He could make the world his home
The span endless

He could wherever freely roam
Stay every place,

Yet his feet on window ledge
Shun the move

Ponders mind on freedom’s edge
The lovely groove!
Hey baby
Is there where I say "I love you?"
I don't exactly know what to do
with you
or how to

scrutinize

those lies.

I can see it in your eyes
Overdosed.
Burnt like toast.
I've trapped you
Now I know exactly what to do

Pull your teeth for the truth
until you cave or walk away
but I swear
I swear
One day
I'll hear what I want to hear

But not until you're clear

*crystal
I do love Saturdays,
for crafting in mastery a Sunday
that's a master at breaking promises,

a S(hu)unday when she breaks her promises
I invariably break mine
and soon Sunday fades like a penciled line
leaving the Mon(strous)day to glare at you!

I do love Saturdays
with the prospect of a Sunday
with no prospect of ever keeping the commitments
and let the day speed by!

I do love Saturdays
the day I can freely lie
and realize why
I do need a Sunday!

I do love Saturdays
for we pair up well,

*commit all and fail!
Can you honestly look them in the eyes?
And say that you don't see pain hidden inside.
Glass has been shattered from previous years before
Hearts torn apart, left with nothing more

Falling down stairs and broken bones
Being afraid 'cause they're  alone
Building their barriers for you to tear them down

But look them in the eyes and tell them it'll be alright
You don't have to know the unexplained to care
They won't be forgotten anymore

They're so ashamed even though they couldn't help it
They blamed themselves said they weren't worth it
But who are you to know what happened
Who are you to say it was nothing

Take their hand show them love
Make them understand they're worth something

Look them in the eyes
And tell them it'll be alright
Tell them that you care
Even if you don't know
The unexplained
They won't be forgotten
Anymore

They’ve been through so much more
Then you could even imagine
More than their hearts will tell
More than what is in their eyes
More than all those nights
They cried themselves to sleep
But they’re not broken

Look them in the eyes tell them it'll be alright
They won't be forgotten
Anymore
She was standing at the temple gate
Beside where hung the big padlock
Sorry sir you are by an hour late
The temple will reopen at four o’clock.


I had gone at the abode of the goddess
To be blessed by touching her feet
Forgetting she too needed a recess
After standing hours for the devout's meet.

My watch told me an hour was not too soon
And time would run out without seeing more
But the banyan’s shade of the early summer noon
In its sunlight and shadows held something in store.

The girl at the gate gave an all knowing smile
An hour’s wait sir would not go in vain
The goddess’ face at the end of the weary mile
Would make you forget all your travel’s pain.


Her smiles broke through the dark tan of her skin
The barefoot girl watching over that godforsaken hamlet
And as from the river the southern wind blew in
I decided to wait with her at the temple gate.

Then we walked to the river following the wind’s smell
She showed me on the bank the zamindar’s broken palace
Took me to the cornfields boastful in their golden swell
Before the hour flew us back to the temple’s terrace.

When I asked her about her school and standard
In her eyes I found rising the rustic river’s mist

*Doing it all by himself is for my father too hard
In the chores of worship he needs me to assist.
Watch their belly
their dying eyes
know all my talks of wisdom
are my escapes in disguise!

If I had littlest shame
and a belief in the claim
I'm humane

I would not have let them stray
but killed them with the bullet's spray!

If I can't help them live
if their numbers I don't contain
if letting them be there is no gain
why not **** the stray with the bullet's spray?

I move around with a bowl of rice
small hand small bowl teeming mouth
in the blind belief
if I try

*some of them may still not die!
A hundred bucks I gave her

She was not selling herself

She asked it for help

His man drunk too much

With life he paid

He has left me a beggar

She lamented

Starting with the cost of his last rites

My days will now be an endless fight


A hundred bucks I gave her

And closed the door

She wasn’t in my thought anymore

Till last night in the dim moon’s glow

I caught two moving shadows

Of her with another man, a stranger.

As her laughter rippled the night

I nodded.

She wouldn’t give up without a fight.
He went from one room to the other

Unable to go any farther

He came out to unburden
At his open garden

There too stopped him
The inverted bowl of blue

That like the ground’s glue
Entrap in dream!

He knew there’s no escape at free will

from this freaky deal!

Wished he had the guts to hold a gun

*And bleed himself under the sun!
why people **** themselves?
moonlight's shadows on bats' wings
in the sky the stars abound
but keep me busy so many things
my eyes are stuck in ground.

my mind is stuck in arithmetic
the end of day accounts
so little time to be romantic
unfelt has lost all count.

croons unheard the unseen nightjar
***** owls' eyes glow
my mind still finds too little to stir
to pause a while go slow.

mystic night is lilting unheard
the moon still hopeful round
I'm busy picking the shards
of a mirage strewn around.
tonight on the roof
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