Memories and a Laugh

"Baroda's hot,"
Ahmedabad's not?
Can't help it man,
That's all we got

No cash, no stash
no watermelon patch
The mango's alright
but it's just no match

To parties at Jain's
and Vodka'd brains,
talking crap all night,
calling people names

Cheese and bread
My fridge is dead
from midnight snacks
2A so often fed

But that's in the past
It went too fast
just wanted to say
I'm glad we had a blast

Now I'm stuck
I need some luck
I'm going under
Modi's truck

Send help my way
lemme have my say
I wonder what they'd pay
a poet for a day?

Hauntings

In the moonlight, she stood still
Facing the ghosts that haunted her...
Why? She wondered. Why now? Why me?
Every time she thought she was rid of them,
they came back to haunt her, to ridicule her.
Why did she always succumb to their taunts?
The more she tried to run and hide,
The less she succeeded.
Nowhere to run. And no one to run to...
When did this happen? and, what had happened?
She yearned for a glimpse of her old self...
All she saw was a broken spirit.
When did the sheepdog become the sheep -
Ready to follow, forgetting to lead?
Was her spirit really dead?
Or, merely asleep,
waiting like Aurora to be awakened?
Would she ever be herself again?
She wondered...
And tears streamed down her face.

PART I

Dark clouds part a mezzotinted sky
While the petrichord rises from the earth
Wave after wave, almost an assault
As senses awaken. One at a time
Heavenly Tears, they've oft been called
That flow when Gaea takes the fall
For ornery children's hearts impure
Then tears turn torrential, even thunderous
As Thor and Ty ally
To capture images of a luminous night
While gushing gauntlets gather force
Unshielded souls shatter to smithereens
Yet, diaphanous blooms in glorious disarray
Soak up the shadows of the rainbow
And hormones surge as Jupiter awakens,
Emotions direct, not rhyme nor reason.

Midnight Musings I

I sit to write, and stars appear
Before my eyes
White contrasts with white
Music fades -in and out-
surreptiously in the background
Creating, or destroying,
(I know not which)
the moment words begin to flow.

The stars begin to fade...
but not from my eyes
as I sit, starry-eyed
In awe of the world...
in puzzlement -
of superconductors,
LPG engines,
Modifed salt crystals,
Reattached fingers
that once were dead.

Images cloud my mind
White on white no longer
The stars disappear...
Only to be replaced
by spots of varying greys
I know not which to gaze upon
To form a pixelated Image
Of life, as it passes me by.