#curfew
I wonder quite often
If it's like feeling sunshine on your arms and legs
After being slowly frozen
While being taught white history
If it's like putting on traditional clothes
And strutting proudly around town
If it's like cool water
Tickling your scalp
After this week's hottest day of the century
Is it the feeling you get when you've finally got new tires
And 65 down the toll road late at night
Feels just as smooth as the bass rumbling in your spine
Is it the same as letting go of someone
Who didn't understand
You needed a much bigger ***
So you could really bloom into the flower you knew you were
Perhaps one day I'll know
Till then, I have to be home by 9.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
Look closer...
the winding trail
is baked to perfection,
bearing the scars
of a caesarean section.
Only the snakes
dare travel along I-8,
one-by-one the seasons lie prone,
in heat this sun will castrate.
The burnt aspects on faces
don’t smile or frown,
they peer out as residue
to places perished in the wake of
a cityscape’s head trauma,
calling out to the heaven’s above
as they await her to rise
with wings from these ashes,
in anticipation for a day ne’er to draw nigh,
even the steady fall of acid rain
will fail to wash away such genocide.
A favorite haunt transmutes
into a ghost town,
burning into the ground
the heat seeps into the soul,
and the procession begins again
for whom the bell tolls.
Towers of steel melt
as popsicles on the pavement,
the sun’s punishment
is constantly transcendent,
the noise of sparks and hums
rattle the spine,
today’s forecast is a good chance
of saturnine.
Eerie colors at dawn
make for a spectral scenic view,
picnic lunch in the park
is categorically taboo,
the hunters of men
swoon in subjugation to this tyranny,
weather’s wrath was everyone’s destiny.
Live a little, die a little,
pretend it cannot happen,
but in the end we all windup
as peanut brittle...
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC
Forty five dark days
Forty five desolate days
Forty five depressing days
With every passing hour
I go from depressed to hopeful
From hopeful to furious
And back to depressed
The vicious circle goes on and on
With no end in sight
Forty five dark days
Forty five desolate days
Forty five depressing days
As the first lockdown is extended
The sense of despair grows stronger
My temper grows shorter
My insecurities, buried till then
In the dark recesses of my mind
Suddenly rise like a tsunami
And flood my brain and heart
Leaving a massive trail of dead cells in their wake
Forty five dark days
Forty five desolate days
Forty five depressing days
As the second lockdown is extended
I become increasingly on edge
Every little frustration comes to the fore
Whether it be the delayed salaries
Or being cooped up in a small house
With five family members
And thus having to endure the sheer cacophony
Of the Mahabharat and Ramayan
Blaring on the TV every day
Or simply the torrid climate of Chennai
Forty five dark days
Forty five desolate days
Forty five depressing days
How long will this go on?
I have been patient till now
But at some stage, I am bound to snap
And then you will find
That when the going gets tough
The tough get going
However, I get dangerous
So, think carefully, dear Prime Minister
Before you announce another nationwide lockdown
Unless you want to land yourself in quarantine
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
Okay So Now Everything’s... “ COOL “...
Because Now The Worlds People Are All Facing Curfews...
Some Where It’s True...
That Soldiers And Police Have Been Told To Shoot...
If You Attempt To Make Moves And Police See You...
... When The Curfews On... !!!
Well It Seems A Bit Wrong...
When Certain Types of Work Are Being Pushed Along...
Some That May Hurt...
Because The Purpose They Serve
Seems To Be... Technology...
That’s Right Like... 5G... !!!
Fibre Optic Cables Seem To Indicate That FABLES...
Are Something Being Tabled In Political Stables...
So The Curfew’s For What... ?
For The Virus To Be Stopped... !?!
Or To Give More Powers To Cops... ?!?
Who Act Now On... " Discretion "...
To Give Us All Protection ...
From The Spread of This INFECTION... !!!!!
That They Keep Saying’s... " SPREADING "... !!!
Well It’s Time For... Thought Collection...
When Considerations Floored...
For This... Corona War...
Shutting Down of Stores...
To Apparently... " Help The Cause "... !!!
But Will That Help The Poor... ???
I Think Most Know The Score...
That’s NOT What The Curfew’s For... !!!
It’s Clearly For MUCH MORE... !!!!!
But What’s REALLY In Store... ?
A Radiation War... ?!?
That May End Up KILLING HOARDS... !?!
From Shores To The Core of Human Pores...
But The Curfew’s Proving To Affect The Prudence...
of People’s’ Thoughts As If Being Considerate’s...
...... OUT THE DOOR...... !!!!!
But At Times Like These You Really See...
How People Think When It Comes To Things...
Like Acting QUICK ...
To Ensure Their Links DON’T End Up Sick... !!!
Or Starved of Food ...
Cos’ It’s NOT ALL GOOD Within Your Hood...
When PRESSURE Liks’...
As I Said Before... REALITY STINGS... !!!
It Simply Is... The Way of Things...
Everyone Claims To Think of Others...
Sisters And Brothers But BELIEVE... It’s A Mother... !!!
When You Actually NEED And People Choose...
To Fill Selfish Needs In The Name of Greed...
Curfews Breed...
Attitudes Like THESE... !!!
It’s Just...... CRAZY...... !!!!!!!
But That’s The Truth And We Now Have PROOF...
That People Can Be Cruel And Inconsiderate TOO... !!!
Especially When They...
Face A...
............... “ Curfew “...............
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
We ring bells
Clap our hands
Pray and give thanks
To doctors and nurses
Vegetable sellers
Delivery boys
Tourists and travelers
Urban poor
Rural rich
Railways and buses
Security personnel
Customs officials
Airlines and stewardesses
Everybody, everywhere
May they be safe
May peace prevail
In all hearts with fear
In all eyes with tears
May they be safe
May peace prevail
May love encircle
Our blue planet
Once more
With life
Enfolded
In her gentle grace.
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
Light.
I open my eyes slightly and stare blankly at the window.
My mind is empty as I start feeling the sun on my skin.
All there is is regret.
Why didn't I close the curtain?
I turn over in hope that closing my eyes will make the world disappear again.
It doesn't.
It never does.
I cover myself with the blanket, hoping the darkness will tell me the story
of this warm feeling of memory.
Ah, it was a dream.
It must've been.
A dream about touch and peace.
Once again I try to calm myself.
Maybe I can go back to sleep and feel it again.
A small sigh with a silent prayer slips trough my lips.
I hope the dark gives my dreams back.
It doesn't.
It never does.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
at this forbidden hour,
Cinderella has to be home,
yet her hands are gently being kissed
as her heart turns into a pumpkin,
ready to be patched in mid March,
she dances with a broken glass heel,
twirls the ticking clock,
making the hour golden.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
curfew relaxed, now-
voodoo in yellow, purple;
"we'll be fine” birds chirp.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
I didn't think about where his hands were, or about how they shouldn’t be where they were. I wasn’t thinking of the time and the fact that my curfew was ticking closer and closer. I wasn’t thinking about how this boy’s backseat was so uncomfortable compared to yours.
All I was thinking of, while his hands explored and time was ticking, was how you’re with her.
And that was all it took.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC