Offence….

immersions are about to begin…
cremations with impeccable efficiency…
piles of folders to be burnt…
lots of arsenic to be bought….
yet no offence can be taken…
jailed for voices…
jailed for innocent tears….

Lots of cops on the street…
lots of politeness on the leaves..
cell walls splattered with blood…
and the unrepentant seagulls smile outside….
yet no offence can be taken…
for many beheadings are going outside…

The moats are being flooded …
with full force…
and conviction scared…
the Knights go for the last dash…
whispers of kamikaze..
contentment of suicide…
yet no offence must be taken…
for it's tradition over here..
to procrastinate before untimely death…..

Media trials…
mutilated corpses…
grease trails….
bribes inside my soul…..
speeches against “terrorism”
electrocution for protection..
hanging for love….
yet no offence must ever be taken…
for we all have preferred to remain..
politically correct….
Vive La “Growth”
Vive la “ leader”...


           Defense…

Last night’s party was excellent…
great make up..
gems worth trillions….
yet that little angel was not to be seen….
expensive cars agore…
but not one..
with a priceless heart….

Last night’s party was awesome…
best champagne….
awesome Riesling…
great fabrics…
easy to un string….
yet everyone seemed to smile with coercion…
applause seemed orchestrated…
mute flattery…
plenty of defense…
as the doll seemed to cry…
somewhere deep with rejected muck..
missing those dreams….
seeking purity of thoughts….

Last night’s party was full of stars…
diamonds from Gievere …
greatness from Mars….
yet something was terribly amiss…
maybe the wind was blowing south….
muffled protests…
repressed justice…
somewhere out there…
there was a very little cute maiden…
born from daffodils…
aching out for mercy…
shouting out for a hug…
after all she was executed…
even before she was ever born….
for wealth seemed to have lost…
on tradition stubborn….
and the appalling defense..
of an well adorned ….
heart…


      Tyrant inside…

swelling patriotism…
misplaced pride…
accurate destruction..
drones strike…
lets blame the capitalists outside..
the wise say…
yet no one bothers…
about the monster of intolerance and tyranny inside..

Long sessions..
swift justice…
crimes of conviction…
people’s convictions need to be satisfied…
yet no one checks up..
on the rotting dreams..
and calamitous famine…
in understanding…
in acceptance….
as the tyranny slowly creeps in…
option to die
but barred from lust…

Great development..
good days…
skull caps vanish…
immigrants never to be accepted…
honor thrown around…
whims mercilessly crucified…
yet people forget to check in…
that divines don’t reside..
with tyrannous minds..
and oppressive souls…
how many voyages of penance…
and baths of forgiveness…
the deceptive may undertake…

Cranes fall…
lives get stuck…
one journey…
so many tongues eternally silenced….
people go on merry…
limitless faith in genocides…
yet they forget…
that true bliss lies in giving..
and tyranny lies…
with every JDAM..
and shell buried deep…
inside future universes…
we all sing with conviction…
and cry on our crosses…
good flattery…
but without any earnest wishes…
to face the mocking tyrant …
of repression and merciless ..
heavens…


    Salty Honey…..

well it's ozone depletion time now…
the harsh ultraviolet of religion…
will now light up the forests of dreams luscious…
into endless bushfires…
bees will breathe in the cyanide of hatred..
and honey will now taste …
much salty and alkaline….

well it’s the time of the sacrifices now..
where only endless rejections will come…
who ever falls in love..
with and autistic outcaste…
don’t know how to lie…
don’t know how to chant…
so will only get…
barbed wires…
and honey…
stale and poisoned..
by vicious potassium chloride….

well it’s the time of the chorus now…
tin heads assemble…
empty minds crowd…
speech after speech…
plans after plans…
nothing concrete achieved …
the poor keep on dying…
like overpopulated flies….
but no one will heed..
any dedicated wisdom…
as they don’t come..
with artificial spice…
so the dissidents will only get…

rusted bullets..
unmarked graves..
with honey salted..
to taste like…
sawdust..
of cusses..
of fanaticism….
as executions..
go freaking viral..


Martyred for what????......

the latest headlines…
the function proceeds….
headless bodies…
rationale forever orphaned….
and i guess…
looking at the pathetic apathy…
why the enlightened keep on dying…
when insanity reigns supreme…
what’s the worth of martyrdom…
when masses remain hooked..
to the drugs of absolute…
lies…

No water at the taps…
farmers suicide en mass…
same facial trajectory…
shots of illogical ignorance…
they say i love brands…
a stickler for Prada…
yet i rebut them back…
with a notion simple…
isn't it better to live for Gucci…
than to die for one’s caste..?
yet i get only unapproved silences
and malicious accusations….
and then while sipping cold acrid coffee..
i wonder sometimes…
is it really worth for the noble…
to keep on giving up…
their precious dreams…
when the rest refuse to follow..
when to majority doesn't even dither from …
for once…
at their selfless cries….
it it worth anymore..
in this times of self absorption…
for the greatest ..
to just become martyrs of
cognizable ignominy…

the beaches lie off access..
love only allowed..
at the struck off edges….
is now all about the marketing…
a few useless lines of ..
mindless intoxication….
everyone chants only one mantra…
with idols numerous by their side…
the kin matters only now…
lots of respect…
overwhelming codes and restrictions..
and i just get lost…
and in those moments of numbness…
and dried depression…
i think is it still useful anymore..
for the innocent to extinguish their aspirations…
for the greater good..?
does is it still pays…
in terms of a soul satisfied…
for one to martyr itself..
for the shadows of…
boundless love…?

Chair and Umbrella

the Morning after seems so dull…
burnt images…
painful shards….
a drunken vision …
and obscured conscience….
money won last night…
and my lotteried luck right now….
as i sit…
motionless…
dying…
like an empty chair…
infested by termites of crushed desires…
left only with a black umbrella…
of hatred to give it…
some solace and toxic …
fame…

Sixty seconds of fame…
1 day of love…
so many years of insignificance…
all fit perfectly…
into the maze jinxed….
empty packets of nicotine…
all to keep my cortex calm…..
as the big bad pitiless sun..
shines with it’s illuminating…
pain….
and i mute and dumb…
speechless like a chair abused..
torn and ruptured…
from it's essential supports …
foolish for some..
honest penance…
with the soulless god’s shadow over me….
hanging like a worn down ….
heartless….
colorless…
nonreactive…
umbrella…

Cars go past….
people taking their share of dowries…
i never demanded any inaction…
and yet got so much of heinous affronts…
it seems that i can’t get any more lower than this…
and my resistance to drowning only makes it more acerbated…
with a devious vengeance…
so the chair that i have transformed into…
wants to shake and rock…
and bring in anarchy…
into a careless world….
so i decide…
that time has come..
to part with a unforgiving star…
no more light…
that makes my cells..
go rancorously mad….
no more umbrellas…
of incoherent pity and
words hollow..
when it can’t even protect…
my guiltless heart…
and no more heart…
when it can’t even provide…
for a nano instance of
unhampered wishes…
now i will embrace…
the acid of hatred…
the passions of fanaticism…
and bring about the revolution..
in the name of the holy and just..
Judas…..