Culture….

Obstruction or construction…
fatwas or reconciliations…
taints or reconciliations…
maps or sheer obliterations…
Their values…
my extermination…
this is what…
Culture has become…
to be the finest and most refined cutlery…
of dissecting slowly and methodically…
universes of primroses..
Dreams of peace…


                 Social Evils..

Social evils…
worthless worship…
unclarified lines…
deviant know towing…
such is the state of rationality now…
that my intimacy..
becomes a matter of business…
for Entities divine…
to tinker with…
and for Samaritans across borders
to deal into…
with no profit…..

                  Vegetarians…..

The grains of sand..
the bits of speed..
the whiffs of love..
the sweet bliss of a kiss..
are neither vegetarian or..
non vegetarian..
in it's conception..
or implementation…
i desire hope for everyone…
a unity enchanting for the entire oblate spheroid….
i pledge to end animal cruelty…
i pledge never to acquiescence..
into hunts for archaic monstrosities…
yet i was born an omnivore…
essential for my survival..
with relative safety…
do i have to change that…?
so that others can exploit…
with absolute surety…
my last remaining strands of sun..
for a ever smiling leave..
from the gargantuan battlefield..
called mistakenly as..
life..


                    Pornography…

I often seeks desires elusive…
rather uncourteous to powers that be…
rather rebellious to guns reigning supreme…
for i think..
it is better to spend your hours..
with sweet honey…
stolen from realms soft and exquisite…
and be a slave gracious…
to the creators of dimensions unique…
but cross and crescent say…
and swords and sounds add..
that what i do is sin..
that what i witness is pornography…
the only confusion that i have in all this…
is that….
is it noble to kill…
rather than satanic to do…
entrancing sins…
for the world never bans assault…
on innocent human beings..
for coercions…
for sexist hierarchies….
with guns and full of silent screams
but is insistent on banning ..
pornography of love…
erotica of wishes…
as passions are now rendered…
“Obscene”...

               Palmyra…


Heroes come and go…
empires crumble away…
only to be replaced by new undefining complexities..
unable to be mastered by the most wizened..
of the loveless heretics…
yet some memories are bound  to be treasured..
for they teach all civilization…
to never forget or forgive their past…
and go blindly towards a heaven of burning cleaves…
but now we live in the age of instantaneous insanity …
many Palmyras rotting here and there…
and we forever erasing our ancestors…
in slavish respect..
to imaginary beings…
spun right out of our..
coldest nightmares ever lived…
sadly..
neither stone..
nor sand..
could ever trigger a new “spring”...
for some much needed emancipation….
while the world quarrels over…
a few petty walls…
and domes made up of…
robbed feelings….

                                     
                                  Bowl..

Full of stars..
mindless sparks…
endless pulsars…
but never ever does it ever fill..
up my earthen bowl ..
blackened by the horrors of care..
and tears muted..
with smiles or love…
Lots of processions..
great outpouring of trust….
ceaseless chaos…
lots of coming apart…
yet all of the sanctimonious faith..
of this or other worlds…
fail to lit up..
my bowl of darkness infinite…
with the bright light of a
negotiable sun…

So many Brands…
So many choices…
beautiful silver…
and demure blacks…
it's the sale now…
lots of Aigner and Gucci co opine..
with Hugo Boss and Fendi divine…
yet multiple credit cards…
and debts quite perilous…
are never able to fill up..
my Bowl of vacuum painful and rarefied..
with matter of peace…
and desires satisfied…

Great days…
tranquil nights…
my sacred bubble…
my privacy no longer..
on the revilled line…
yet so much imagining…
dreaming in continuum..
can’t ever comply..
with all the decisions necessary…
to fill up one unassuming bowl of a life…
with either the power of optimus..
or the knowledge of Baal ..
never ever decried…



Steel Spires ..Blunt..

Steel spires…
to protect all our territoires…
like rabid lions..
fighting one another….
camouflaging…
locking up…
our hearts and minds…
like a jewel priceless…
but without any power…
to change…
all the massacres occurring…
with no justice ever..
to be prescribed...

Steel Spires..
Tall and blunt..
jagged electrified…
better than bullets
much precise than knives…
ready to kill…
destroy…
terminate…
all those virgin roses…
and tears of pearl..
that seek recourse..
to some much needed mistake..
called life...

Steel Spires…
concentric wires…
no more lisps…
not a single permission for any smile…
clash of civilizations…
the next cold war…
all this conflict…
occupy all our  minds…
with no break..
for a nano heartbeat.
on one fleeting cry..
of merciful empathy..
or peerless humanity…

Steel spires..
walls of lost pride…
so many holocausts..
to be committed with much fervour..
and satisfaction cherished..
so let the tanks roll now..
and panzers of righteousness be unleashed…
sunken ships..
and coffins mobile….
as we all continue to sip on…
our great brews..
with much emphasis…
without even a second…
to all those universes…
being buried alive...