SHAMANISTIC

Simi Shaman with his bolder of a drum

Dances to 'The Rage of the Satan' song.

The beads play to his tune

Traversing the axis mundi,

Making him expectantly vulnerable

To the sights of the surreal world.

Of one's involvement that takes

A lifetime. Worth the projected risk.

Simi Shaman prances the length

Of the room. Feet barely on the ground.

The spirits take on his call,

While he shunts them with open blinds.

And seeks pleasure, he the purveyor

Of life and beyond into the cosmos.

The dance rages, the feet moves,

The music will keep playing on...

BULLET-PROOF

Excitement filled Subedar Krishnan.

His unit had the old system undone.

Now with new golden bullet-proof vests,

They were well prepared in their quest.

To capture the dreaded dacoit Gill.

Who killed simply 'cause it gave him a thrill.

Many had died, shot in their hearts.

Such was Gill's great unerring art.

But the Subedar was now unstressed,

Proud with his new bullet-proof vest.

He will cast aside the past shameful scars

And throw Gill behind the smelly bars.

Wearing the vest, he went ahead.

The foxy Gill shot him in the head.

GRASSHOPPER COLOURING

Look look closely-eyed at my Machete,
How it glistens in the glaring sun.
The grasshopper green has turned red
And hopping around in anticipated fun.
The headless women come to me
And beg me for unforgivable forgiveness.
But their pity-patter rainy wailing
Makes me Machete-shove into their rectus.
Silence falls as my Machete speaks.
I work with artistically swish-swash poses.
I cut each one in my forbidden path.
Flesh, free-falling like tiny petals of roses.
Rage has filled me, My nostrils flare
As each despaired soul I send to her doom.
Blood splatters spray-paintlike on the grass.
Red on the grasshopper green dries to maroon.

QUOTE OF THE MONTH

"When you are young you are given a good view of life, because of your closeness to birth," - Sidney Nolan

NORMAL IS ME!! -Part I

I wore.
My left shoe on my right.
My right shoe on my left.
And strode around
With wide alternating steps.
People gaped.
No one asked me why?
I walked along,
Oblivious to the fact
Something could be wrong.
I reached home.
Sat on my chair.
I crossed my legs.
And lo!
Everything seemed fine.