Of Prayers and Wishes

Six feet underneath,
A dead saint exasperated.
A slender piece of red cloth,
Fluttered on a wall.
A knot under his watch,
Will never be untied now.

How he bears,
Half hearted wishes people hurriedly make.
As if the earth and chadars don't weigh enough,
He is choked to death time and again,
In an endless cycle,
By ephemeral desires of evanescent devotees,
Masked under the veil of a holy prayer,
A prayer that's as good as their words,
Hollow, shallow and always superficial.

The sanctity of his legacy under threat,
He might just close his doors to all this hypocrisy.

Companions

A silent promise she's made,
Togetherness of a lifetime.
The promise stands strong,
As years have passed by.

Others made them too,
All lies.
No issues really!
Life goes on and time flies.

Noise vs silence

A simple question,

Laid in front of the poet.

Who he loved more?

The Silent Noise ?

Or

The Noisy Silence?

He chucked both,

Plunged into the never-ending void.

Never to come back again.

The game ends tonight.

Try as you might.

 

A better world

The world would have been better,

Without us  bipeds roaming around,

And light being slower than sound.

The world would have been better,

Without the X chromosome meeting another X,

And the Y determining the sex.

The world would have been better,

Without the rules of civilization laid down by retards,

And individuals being able to rob others of their innards.

The world would have been better,

Without people like me taking birth here,

And finding our place else somewhere.