WELCOMING THE YEAR OF THE GREEN WOODEN SHEEP

The Green Wooden Sheep

will be courted by the horny goat

who does never ever sleep

and of its ability to love does gloat

The five elements nourish

the Green Wooden Sheep

and therefore mankind does flourish

in the natural elements we keep

The five senses cherish

the Green Wooden Sheep;

and the horny goat does relish

the prospect of mating the wooden sheep

The wooden sheep unlike the Trojan horse

contains all things ever so nice

that may lead to profit at the bourse

thereby leading to a New Year full of spice

Wishing you all a Happy New Year

of the Green Wooden Sheep so dear

NO NAME MADDOX

When you are no name Maddox

you sure find your life a paradox;

But that can’t make you a social pox.

If you only knew how to laugh not cough

no name due to circumstances beyond control

life sure hath taken its fucking toll.

You were on a murdering roll

and look now where you stand cold;

No name Maddox you could have remained

not Charles Milles Manson as you feigned

and in your commune as you reigned

but today stand despised and maligned.

What is it that makes you a ladies’ man?

do you their lovely hides polish and tan?

or do unto them something I never can?

For there are many ladies who are your fan

and now life has turned truly helter skelter

for you are gonna come out of your shelter

Did you really believe in your concept of helter skelter

or were you merely just another attention seeker?

OUR OWN ENEMIES

No aliens;

no robots;

no machines

can destroy

us humans.

Only humans

can destroy

us humans

for we are

our own enemies;

we and our

selfish families

ONE MORE FLOWER HAS WITHERED

One more flower

has withered

in the Garden

of my life where I dithered.

The dead flower

will turn into manure.

I am definite

and it is for sure;

but it will be

fondly remembered

and in the Garden

of my life thus rendered,

thus granting me pardon

for living life badly.

In the Garden of my life

have I been portrayed

as it is where I live my life

OUR FUTURE (HI)STORY

It is said

that there is no Saint

without a history

nor is there no sinner

without a future story

but we common men

have both the history

and the future story

MEMORIES AND DREAMS

The only thing I have left

is memories of old friends

and it is even better yet

when they appear in my dreams…

Memories and dreams

are the best companions I keep

for all else it seems

has proved to be pretty cheap.

Memories and dreams

just memories and dreams

only yesterday it seems

these memories were scenes

in the story of my life

that now lies pillaged by a knife

BIRTHDAY BLUES 2014 – 3: STILL CONTINUING AT THE CREASE

I continue to stand at the crease

Hot and dirtily perspiring.

Comforted by a gentle breeze

Fifty five not out and contemplating retiring.

The pitch remains unworn and bouncy as ever

With a lot of foxy turn and bounce

That even the strongest heart or bat may deter

As close in fielders who are friends await to pounce.

The going is really getting tough

The bowling is truly becoming tight

Balls like bullets hit the dirt so rough

Not over pitched but just unhittable and right.

The bowler bowls a beautiful maiden

And the fielders laud and applaud him.

I stand like the pre-retirement avatar of Hayden

Awaiting the next ball; forever to paste ’em.

I continue to stand at the crease

Hot and dirtily perspiring.

Comforted by a warm and gentle breeze

And hope I can score another run before retiring

The crowd keeps cheering me on

and that keeps me onward going

My energy may be going down

But my game is slowly tiring

I continue to stand at the crease

Wondering about my strategy

Can I make a ton with ease?

And pray God grants me life, will and energy.

This poem is just an annually modified litany, which has become more of an annual epiphany.

BIRTHDAY BLUES 2014 – 2: A MYSTERY OF NATURE

It was in the evening

of twentieth July nineteen fifty-nine

full of so much meaning

that the spaceship

carrying this alien soul

entered the earth’s atmosphere

to become whole

and landed at Kalyani hospital, Madras

before proceeding bare ass

to a poor Tamil tax collectors home.

Poor man; little did he know the portent

of impending destiny so potent

and named the alien as Suresh.

Fifty five years later

he still scratches his head

and wonders how the f*

from out of his worthy bed

he could spawn such muck

For genetics could not explain

nor the soothsayer so lame

how such a nice man

an extraordinary Sun

could have birthed

such a contradictory Son

Indeed a mystery of nature

To be unraveled only in the future

BIRTHDAY BLUES 2014 – 1: CELEBRATING NEW BEGINNINGS

I surely don’t believe

in celebrating my birthdays

though I do celebrate

the birthdays of others

including that of my family members

in copious words that appear as  verse.

Those birthdays surely remind me

that I going further down the road

far away from the day of my birth

and I am also getting worse

for the physical wear and tear

does make me fear

the impending end as I know it.

I do have a lot more stories to write

and poems to recite

as well as three children to raise

but then I also do realise

that I need not fear

for the one who got me this far

will certainly help me raise the bar

and live some more

suns, moons and a star.

I therefore now celebrate

Not a day or the end of a year

but a new beginning for sure

AN INVITATION TO SHED MY SELF RESPECT

Hey fella,

My name is Mumma!

I look out for Poets

who can compete

on online platforms

and forfeit

their talent in all forms.

I read your Poem ''XXX”

and I loved it

for it was like sex!

I really liked

some of your

other poems also

including

“so, so, so”

and “Yuck, yuck, yuck”

I think you should

upload it on “beg for votes.com”

where they have

an ongoing Poetry contest

with a hundred dollar prize.

If you think your poems

are worth a hundred dollars

in meaningless rhymes

and if you have no self-respect

and can shamelessly

beg for votes,

you can sign up

and upload for free.

I hope you will

definitely make use of this kill.

Do let me know

if you need any more

info and I’ll be glad to help

you lose your self-respect

and grovel like a whelp

for as a poet

what else do you expect? 

Written in response to a person who visited my profile and asked me to enter my poems in a competition where I have to beg online for votes. The person did not seem to be aware that “True poets have true self-respect”

DRIVING IN MY CITY

If you ever drive even once

in the traffic in my city

You will surely start believing

in the mystery of destiny;

For no one definitely

nor infinitely cares about the other

and are certainly

accumulating their own bad karma

by driving as they wish

and wherever they please.

While rules and regulations

are flouted with ease

thereby creating conditions

akin to hell where nothing can freeze

So if you ever happen to visit my city

avoid getting behind the wheel

and stick to writing a ditty.

I hope you will now understand, how I feel

MAN: A TECHNOLOGICAL ANIMAL

Man is no more

a social animal.

Man today

is a technological animal

He has far more

meaningful relationships

with his gadgets;

rather than

with neighbours

and fellow humans.

Love for fellow

humans has gone

and love for gadgets

and other inanimate

material objects

has increased.

HALF HUMAN

I have always believed in the thing

that specialization is for the crows

and that a good human being

must essentially be a generalist of shows;

A jack of all trades, if not a master of all.

During my lazy school days

my dear Dad used to impress upon me

the fact that I should specialise

in any one particular field you see

while I merely phooed the idea with ease.

I therefore felt utterly vindicated

when I came across a great quotation

from Robert Heinlein which goes:

“A human being should be able to

change a diaper, plan an invasion,

butcher a hog, construct a ship,

design a building, write a sonnet,

balance accounts, build a wall,

set a bone, comfort the dying,

take orders, give orders,

cooperate, act alone,

solve equations, analyze a new problem,

pitch manure, program a computer,

cook a tasty meal,

fight efficiently, die gallantly.”

And after completely going through

the diverse and numerous activities

which he has listed out so thorough

I felt that I would be able to do justice

to at least fifty percent of them, I knows.

Therefore I am proud to be half human.

For after all specialization is for the crows.