Ah! Not Again...

I sneak out with the house keys at 11'.

Folks asleep,

The Watchman's at the floor,

Doing his security rounds,

Blind Date at 12' 

Ah! not again...

I zoom on my bike,

Engine chugs,brakes fail.

I Ram into the signal post,

Cops,bent bike and the fine.

Ah! not again...

I walk by the street,

To catch the bus,

Boots trip on the banana peel,

Bottoms bruised, hairs stung.

Ah! not again...

I hit the pub at 1'.

Look for my blind date,

There she goes

My aunt nearby.

Ah! not again... 

I sit sober with the mug of beer,

Bladder feels heavy,

I run to pee,

Door's jammed and the Zip's stuck, 

Ah! not again... 

I wait by the taxi stand at 2'.

A rogue stares and the gay smiles,

One's behind with the gun,

The other, bent on my ass,

Ah! not again...

I reach my apartment building at 3'.

Too tired to take the stairs,

I take the elevator to floor 10.

Power goes out,

Stuck at 5th,

Folks wake up at 5'.

Ah! not again...

Copyright © 29 Nov 2006 , by Abhilash Hegde
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Boulevard Of Verses

Cyst of ego
Cradled in Human mind,
Consumes humaneness...

Abode of knowledge
With Dearth of humility
Wraths the World...

Smear of Prudence
Flowered in Wisdom,
Nurtured With Patience
Makes a MAN... 

Copyright © 07 Nov 2006, by Abhilash Hegde
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The Divide

The world hailed us with panache,
When the Golden Bird soared high.
Wings flapped with
Unity,Prosperity and Wealth.
And today, our heads hang in shame
As I see those seeds of divide
Still fuelled and unleashed...

I'm Ram and He is Rahim.
Aren't We the same humans
Who bred from a single cosmic boom?
Then why this prejudice?

I'm Saffron and He is Green.
When swords were drawn
And throats were slit.
There was one hue,Red
That inked our history...

I recite the holy Bhagwad gita
And He recites the holy Quraan.
When the verses of it we hymned,
Didn't it echo the voice of humanity?

I smelt the same as He did,
I'm casted in the same flesh as He is.
I breathe to live, so does He.
I quench my thirst with water
And so does he.
The mother Nature
Doesn't halve its love for us.
But we are fanatically bent to mark our boundaries.
Ah! What a irony it is...

Time has left its stabbing imprints,
And we have turned our back against it.
The eyes that cried
And the hearts that bled
Have dried in fears.
Come Let's incessantly sow the seeds of divide,
To spawn the tombs of animosity,
And the world will hail us with panache again...

Copyright © 23 Jan 2007 , by Abhilash Hegde
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