MOOD POST OFFICE
day finally over,six,
gently screams
that steadfast clock….
disinterested,unconcerned
the sincerely lazy lizard
just sleeps off....
once again, the sun sets,
sets, to rise again,
rise,wearing the same garb,
to perform the same job.
who pays the sun?
why does it burn ?
day -in,and day-out
whose race it runs?
where is the smoke?
someone stop the damn clock.
sun obeys the time
or,time sun
whirlpool in the chronological drain,
where my dullard life churns.
Intoxicating to watch the languid reptile,
reposing on the wall, while the 'hands' move a mile
ever lethargic,even i have moved some files,
unending work ! arrives another stockpile.
enough,my soul revolts,
enough for now,no more,
its curtains for the meaningful day,
await me, frivolities galore.
Languorous efforts at humour all fail
in the vacuum of inactivity, do we sail……..(we is me n lizzardo named JUGGA)
another joint rolled,
another glass downed,
might burn someplace else,
forlorn,“my sun” has drowned,
in the vast waters of loneliness,
who says he shrieked?
i never heard a sound
rise again morrow,shall
the proud,obdurate orb
at six,dutyful,dutybound.
the blackness
of emptiness,scares me,
the silence of the dark,
shocks: bleeds ,the quietude
of this painful silence.
kills me,kill,the tyranny of time,
the iodine ,on my wounds,
vanishes, sublimes !...
no thought to sleep with,
no toil to get up for,
than to rise with pain hangover
better to live-on
in this state of stupor….
Six,the stopped clock ( who stopped it?)
has written over all its face,
(but) phlegmatic time follows its own pace......
sun is up on horizon,performing its duty,
blazing golden yellow
in all his splendour,all his beauty,
i cursed aloud in sleep, as i felt sunlight
get back to business,this finishes the night,
the lizzard sleeps on,idly,
disinterested,unconcerned,
only for the workaholics,
does the hydrogen burn,
time is,time was,and time
shall be for ever
blessed are those who live-on in stupor......
slaves of time,shall continue to labour
stopped clocks shall bring, lesser mortals, no favour .......
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
the fall of ROY
the fall of ROY
Roy,famous a s andrew symonds,has fallen prey to the vicious onslaught of the bourgeoisie values (like management ,professionalism,discipline and team spirit etc.) on the society in general ,and cricket in particular (wat wid the dhonis ,strausses and pups at helm).in deep anguish ,i lament the loss of symmo,who brought gusto the field,everytime he walked on it......
tragically,unceremoniously, falls the colossus,andrew symonds
cricket australiaz uncut,unpolished ,crazy,coloured diamond......
ousted for violating petty team orders,oh wat a loss to the game
when left with pedestrian talent,cricket needs such huge names.
most lethal with the willow,acrobatic on the field , wiliest of bowlers,
but quite lenient with his drinks,and much too profligate with howlers......
ball's best hitter after richards,this few would dispute,
as elektric in a bar as in the field,a sledger of repute.
with king warnie's era over,and the pigeon havin flown,
the explosive gilli having retired,and the giant haydos gone,
haven't suckers taken over the cricket down under,
very high on rhetoric and pride,but devoid of thunder.
the Pups and the punters now call the shots
professionalism,discipline must-have for team spots
with the fucking middle class' advent all over the place
this wild flower's antics were deemed loss of face
When his own mates(pup), stabbed him in the back,
for boozing,fishing,rioting,symmo ,started getting flaks,
afflicted with hubris,he cudnt stem the slide
recklessness overcame sanity,the more and more he tried
insatiable hunger,and aggression unalloyed ,that effected riots on the field,
the trapeze artist leaps, the bludgeoning bat,did great victories yield,
grew insidiously into ego demons, that took over his soul,
the warrior became a drunkard,causing everyday new brawl.
the "obnoxious weed" called him a monkey,maybe he was right, after all,
he can fly and fight as the monkey god,hanuman, even after his fall
Uncouth,untamed,a perennial bad boy,
The harshesh of the big bullies,such was ROY.
## bhajji was dubbed as OBNOXIOUS WEED by MATT HAYDEN......
## pup is micheal clark.....roy's chum,who didnt defend him,later stabbed him
punter is PONTING....
Roy,famous a s andrew symonds,has fallen prey to the vicious onslaught of the bourgeoisie values (like management ,professionalism,discipline and team spirit etc.) on the society in general ,and cricket in particular (wat wid the dhonis ,strausses and pups at helm).in deep anguish ,i lament the loss of symmo,who brought gusto the field,everytime he walked on it......
tragically,unceremoniously, falls the colossus,andrew symonds
cricket australiaz uncut,unpolished ,crazy,coloured diamond......
ousted for violating petty team orders,oh wat a loss to the game
when left with pedestrian talent,cricket needs such huge names.
most lethal with the willow,acrobatic on the field , wiliest of bowlers,
but quite lenient with his drinks,and much too profligate with howlers......
ball's best hitter after richards,this few would dispute,
as elektric in a bar as in the field,a sledger of repute.
with king warnie's era over,and the pigeon havin flown,
the explosive gilli having retired,and the giant haydos gone,
haven't suckers taken over the cricket down under,
very high on rhetoric and pride,but devoid of thunder.
the Pups and the punters now call the shots
professionalism,discipline must-have for team spots
with the fucking middle class' advent all over the place
this wild flower's antics were deemed loss of face
When his own mates(pup), stabbed him in the back,
for boozing,fishing,rioting,symmo ,started getting flaks,
afflicted with hubris,he cudnt stem the slide
recklessness overcame sanity,the more and more he tried
insatiable hunger,and aggression unalloyed ,that effected riots on the field,
the trapeze artist leaps, the bludgeoning bat,did great victories yield,
grew insidiously into ego demons, that took over his soul,
the warrior became a drunkard,causing everyday new brawl.
the "obnoxious weed" called him a monkey,maybe he was right, after all,
he can fly and fight as the monkey god,hanuman, even after his fall
Uncouth,untamed,a perennial bad boy,
The harshesh of the big bullies,such was ROY.
## bhajji was dubbed as OBNOXIOUS WEED by MATT HAYDEN......
## pup is micheal clark.....roy's chum,who didnt defend him,later stabbed him
punter is PONTING....
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