How long?

They debate, they dither, 

in the limelight and chambers,
anchors and intellectuals,
lawmakers and judges
for they have a purpose;
tanmoy, dayal, and hari join in,
though nothing worthwhile,
come from it.

Juveniles or adults?
harsh or lenient?
reformable  or incorrigible? 
life or death ? oh  so many questions,
phew……………………. bollocks! 
waste no time, show no mercy,
crush their nuts or slice their winkies,
just render them, rapers…Dick-no-bee(s)

Dare to deter

Carnal urge drove,

the cavemen to it.

Overtime it echoed,

some perverse facets

of an ‘evolving’ society:

power, oppression, bias,

depravity, anarchy, and

at times insanity too.

Today the motives

that lead to this,

heinous act remains

the same maybe more.

So if it is equal status

that ye maidens seek,

learn to fcuking  kick

some bloody butts too.

For as history has shown
it has happened before, 
and today is no different
so for the status you crave,
it’s time you fought
amidst all the apathy,
to realistically fashion
the morrow of your dreams.

Bum-Ba-Ra-Bum

Oh, they come in countless sizes,

and in many different shapes.

Oh, they come in varied colors,

and are a feast for the bloody eyes.

Those cute little cupcakes, 
the teenage missies flaunt.

Tightly wrapped in low cuts,

for a peek from passers-by.

Those round fleshy melons,

the curvy aunties flash.

Deftly wrapped in regulars,

for a gawk from passers-by.

Those ripe puckered papayas,

the weathered socialites bare.

Cleverly wrapped 'n' padded,

for a look from passers-by.

Oh, they come in countless sizes,

and in many different shapes.

Oh, they come in varied colors,

and are a feast for the bloody eyes. 

Chutki... a year later

A bundle of mischief, joy, and energy;
always curious, she's never still.

O Bangalore

Missies, pretty and well-endowed,
hunks, rugged and macho.
Wrap defiant attitudes in urban attires,
and prefer to live life in the fast lane.
Feel conveniently secure in,
dim-lit bars and noisy pubs.
Blow smoke rings between,
leisurely sips and tasty tidbits.
Zoom around in a drunken haze,
careless and carefree, they are.
Life begins through thy veins,
O Bangalore, even the metro!

Women, engrossed and trussed,
men, bored and seeking.
Wrap frustration in branded outfits,
and prefer to live a life of pretence.
Feel comfortably secure in,
ashrams and holistic retreats.
Take deep breaths between,
chanting mantras and yoga poses.
Walk around in a hallowed haze,
confused and piqued, they are.
Life moves through thy veins,
O Bangalore, even the metro!

Grannies, frail and wise,
grandpas, mellowed and patient.
Wrap loneliness in altered garments,
and want to live every moment.
Feel conveniently secure in,
old-age homes or with reluctant off-springs.
Stifles a sniffle between,
every step and flashes of reminiscence.
Wobble around in a submissive haze,
perturbed and glum, they are.
Life ebbs through thy veins,
O Bangalore, even the metro!

Woman

Beautiful among his creations,
blooms when nurtured in freedom.
So have fun and let her be; for change
is a part of her chemistry,
and of life itself.

The death knell?

People I knew left, one after the other
euphoria does not last forever.
One quit, as a nuptial favour;
had to happen someday or the other.
The Star-Spangled Banner took another;
opportunity and talent walk close together.
Soon followed, the only mentor,
interference had doused the fervour.
Another got the wader;
warped instincts lead to failure.

Hisses are getting louder and closer;
intent is clear, it’s all for power.
Indus bonds with Hoogly and Bellandur;
sounds surreal, it's the truth however.
Claps aplenty for all things mediocre;
mired in apathy lies the stickler.
Works are fiddled, just to bother;
zeal is lost, no creative fire.
Got caught, in a state of stupor;
road ahead looks rocky and obscure.