DAY 109

Oh! how I envy you.

You, who get up early

in the morning

and go to your office

work all day

and bring a check home

at the end of the week.

I, instead have no profession

no trade

no office

no vocation

I go through useless

time consuming anguish

Oh! yes, never ending anguish

and bring home no check

neither at the end of the week

nor the end of the month

nor the end of the year

and still call myself a,"playwright"

WELCOME HEART ACHE, SING FOR ME

Back from anguish

Back from anxiety

Back from worry

Back from fear

Back from an Un-known Un-comfort

Bacj from where we started

Back to the past

Back to the memory

Back to the memory of home

Back to the memory of home

In a country which is now fast becoming a ruin

Now it will match my memory o9f last thirty years...

which became nothing but a ruin of a memory

A memory of destroyed, mutilated, damaged, precious memories

Who destroyed those memories?

Us...Who else...

Made so many stupid mistakes

Left parents behind to die

Left home behind to be plundered

Left a courtyard full of jasmine tree to dry and then die....

Why would those mistakes, those tragedies, those self imposed exiles not disturb us now?

Why the heart ache not come back?

It never went away...

It always stayed...

It keeps seeping through the superficial calm

Which actually doesn't exist

The calm never existed

It was always the pain of what we left behind

Why did we do that?

That's the question

That question will remain till we die....

And than it will still remain

With the memory, the sorrow, the sadness, the pain, the loneliness...the loneliness...the loneliness of the West while the East is no more......

HE SAID AND I SAID

He said,"So?"
And I said,"So?"
And that's all we said...........
And the time passed...
And the time kept passing
And we said no more......................

And we didn't part either
We stayed together
But that's all we said.....................

VOLCANIC ERUPTIONS

The world seems to fall apart with eruptions
Eruptions of feelings
Eruptions of confusion
Eruptions of emotions
Eruptions of planes
Eruptions of sand
Eruptions of fire
Eruptions of gas
Eruptions of glass
Eruptions of hot melting lava

The earth is furious with the inhabitant who live on it
The inhabitants who have been abusing the earth since the birth of the earth
The earth is furious
The earth is mad
The earth is made as hell
The earth is giving all its poison and its fury to the un-couth-uncivil inhabitant
The earth has been waiting for the man to calm down
The earth has been waiting for the man to stop the aggression
The earth has been waiting for the man's respect

But that was a big mistake
The waiting for respect
The man doesn't respect himself
How can he respect the mother earth?
He doesn't respect his mother either....
The man doesn't respect any one
The man eats
Farts
Shit
Have war with the week
Destroy their land
Destroy their crop
Destroy their lives
The man ruins the things which grow out of earh
The man ruins the flowers
The ruins the fruit
Thre man ruins the trees
The man ruins the gardens
The man ruins the bridges
The man ruins the grass
The man ruins everything
The earth has been waiting and waiting patiently for ever

Now the earth can't take it any more
Too much abuse
Far too much abuse
Now the earth decided to take an action
The earth decided to spit out some lava...hot melting lava
The lave spitting out the fires up in the sky
The fires turning into ash and gas
The ash and gas getting into the eyes of the animals
The ash getting on the farm
The ash getting on the roads
The ash in the sky in the way of the jet stream.....
Now the man is stranded
Now the man is stranded across the oceans
Now the man can't use his free will to move around
Now the man can't use his regular means of abuse
The man can't drop the bomb right now
The man can't fly
The man is stranded across the occeans
The man can't drop the bomb right now
The man can't kill right now
The man is stranded...
Now the poor and week nations have to wait a bit longer to be killed
God gave them a few more days to live.....
The man is stranded
The man can't cross the oceans......
The lava has taken place of that man
The ash has spread like fire
The ash is revenge of the dead
The innocent dead...
The man has to wake up
The man has to stop his abuse
The man is unhappy
The man is frustrated
The man is loosing money
The profit is being affected
The man is getting angry at the ash
But the ash is angrier....
The ash is not stopping
There are eruptions of volcanos
The man is stranded
But not awake yet
The man will take its revenge
The man will make up for that lost profit
The man will drop bombs on another weeker nation after the volcano settles
The man will steal the treasury of the weeker nations to make up for the lost profit
The man willl come up with something.....
The man is aggressive
The earth is angry
The man is strandeed across the oceans
The earth won't let go till the man learns
Will the man learn?
What a silly question....
The silly questions don't have answers.

AN INCREDIBLE LIFE IN A CORNER

I saw a spider in a dusty corner of the room
The spider was stuck
The web of the spider was thick and complicated
The spider's web was illuminted by the lamp on table
The struggle of the spider was evident
The legs of the spider were all entangled
The limbs of the spider were twisted
The body of the spider was in a contortion
If the spider escaped, perhaps it will die without the web
Perhaps the spider will fly away....
Do spiders fly?

Fly away little spider, fly away...that
More sophisticated than that
Fly away little spider...
Go explore the world
The world is big
How come you got stuck in this must corner
Damp and must and dirty and dusty....
Where do you come from?
Where did you want to go before you got into this little corner?
How did you get stuck here?
Where is your home?
For sure not this filthy corner
Why are you here?
What's the purpose of your life?
Where are your loved ones?
How come you are all alone by yourself?

You seem more elegant than that
More delicate than
Mote fragile
More precious
Why are you in this corner?
What's your ambition in life?
No ambition?
Oh! That's so sad....
Everyone has ambitioons
Even spiders
What is life without an ambition....
Spiders must have a mother
A father
Brothers
Sisters
Uncles
Aunts
Nephews
Nieces
A home
Where is your home you little spider?
What happened to your loved ones?
Please get out of this corner
Fly away little spider
Fly away
You can still fly away
You don't need the jumbo jet
The jets are not flying right now anyway....
The volcanos are erupting...
The skyies are engulfed in ash
The ash of the volcano....
But no ash of any volcano can get into your engines
Your engines are made of your tiny wings
Your wings will take you all over the word and no fibre glass, no sleet, no ash will bother you...
You are not a machine
You are a bird
A human being
A bird with wings and soul and heart and a mind
You can leave this corner and go far away
You don't need the naval ships to transport you across the sea
You can cross Calais and go to Dover with your tiny wings....
Go spider go...
Fly away from this dusty corner...
This corner is not meant for you....
No, not for you,,,
You are too beautiful for this corner...
You belong to the sky
Not to a dusty corner of a dusty room....
You will reach Dover faster than all the planes and ships and trains
God gave you wings and you got stuck in this corner....
That's sad.....
So sad....
Get away from all corners and fly away dear spider...fly away....

WHAT A MESS!

Its been nothing but mess
Mess of every kind
Mess in my house
Mess in my work
Mess in my life
Increased and increased....
Mess, mess, mess
Nothing but mess
All days gone by
All months gone by
All years gone by
All life gone by
But mess never decreased

Mess increased instead
Mess, mess, mess
Everywhere
The more I want to get out of it the more I get into it
Mess has taken over everything else
Its a vicious circle I can't get out of
I can't....
No, I can't....
I tried
Hard enough?
Maybe not hard enough
Maybe not....
But the mess is immense
All kinds of mess
Books are messy
Clothes are messy
The pots are messy
The pans are messy
The floors are messy
The furniture is messy
The windows are messy
The doors are messy
THE LOCKS ARE MESSY
THE MIND IS MESSY
THE VOLCANIC LAVA IS GONE INSIDE OF EVERYTHING PRECIOUS
ALL PORTRALS ARE NOW COMPLETELY BLOCKED.

ITS BEEN A WHILE

Its been a while that the happiness came to visit
Its been a while that laughter was a guest
Its been a while that I heard from the loved ones
Its been a while that any one came to visit other than the ,"Cough"

"Cough" came and stayed and stayed and stayed
A fish and cough starts to smell pretty soon
I told the,"Cough" "You are smelling now"
"You stink now"
"You should go away..far away..far, far away"
But the cough likes me
Cough likes me a lot
And told me, "Honey I am staying and I am staying and staying"
"I am an occupying power" The cough said
"Y0u are familiar with the occupying powers, aren't you?"
"Once they come inside the land, its difficult for them to leave"

"Its nice and warm inside your throat"
"I am very comfortable in here here"
"I am not a fool, why should I leave warm and comfortable lodging?"
'In fact I am so comfortable in here that I am going to invite my relatives such as,
"Sputum" "Fever" "Aches and pains" "Ill health" "Depression and melancholia"
"More cough" "More sore throat" "More depression and lack of will to live"
"They will all love your throat so much and I will have such nice company. We will all cough all night and make you toss and turn and be miserable and we will cough some more and keep you awake and un-happy all night so you could sleep all day and miss all the sunshine which will make you more un-happy and cough more and thats how we like it...we like to make the owner
of the land which is your throat right now very un-happy. That's the function of the occupiers. They make the occupied very un-happy...so why don't you get it once and for all...we are here to make you cough and cough and cough and be very very unhappy and misery stricken soul for a long time to come...so why don't you just take a long breath and start your day's work, cough now, start now...start to cough honey...start I said, "COUGH"