A MORONS RUINED RUNES

Waves burying my feet, breeze mending my face,

with an ukuele…

Some one playing old tunes…

Night is skyblue, sea is deep blue

Stars falling by,steam boat sailing by

Raining my cerebrum with old runes

Filling my heart with fog of old memories,

what a vibe, what a vibe, She is here,

in all obscure, Behind the woods

in all profoundness strolling thru the sand,

She is here…

jumping from behind the woods,

Croak…Croak..Croak…

And looking up the sky, As if she lost some one…..

Me a blockhead, beating my solo journey,

Feeling life is not a disney land….

LoL, LOL,LOL, HA,HA,HA…..

A VIRTUAL ASTITVA

In this vicious voids of karma,

Beaten by bitching bricks of sin,

In this tempting pools of kama,

Drowned by the fucking lists of lust.

In this AI crossections of Maya,

Zombied out by living programmed versions,

In this endless webs of Brahma,

Selling out souls to darkest webs.

Missing the depth of Bindu Tattva (BigBang) ,

Kissing the death of lokasamstha Sukino Bavanthu (realms of galaxies).

My Son My Soul

O my divine force of goodness…do you realise where is my son.

O my tranquillity of my psyche… do you realise where is my son.

O my lost memories… do you realise where is my son.

O my shade of darkness… do you realise where is my son.

O my beautiful figurine… do you realise where is my son.

O my melody of generosity… do you realise where is my son.

O my nightmarish dreams.. do you realise where is my son.

O my mirage of happiness… do you realise where is my son.

O my lovely toys… do you realise where is my son.

O my warm sunshine.. do you realise where is my son.

Hi papa…with your graceful goodness, he is with me.

Hi papa…with all inner harmony, he is with me.

Hi papa…with all enriching memories, he is with me.

Hi papa…under this shade, his shadow is with me.

Hi papa…I am enamoured with your child.

Hi papa…he is living in my symphony of kindness.

Hi papa…under this nightmarish obscurity, he is dozing in a delightful dreams.

Hi papa…under all the illusions, he is in a oasis of happiness.

Hi papa…with all the dazzling toys, he is playing with me.

Hi papa…till the time I am warm, your son will bring warmness to you.

O my son…my lovely son… I cherish you,

Your absence presents an exquisite agony.

With love and hugs…papa.

Me a victim ?? Or a Accused ??

In mourning morning, In solitary solitude,

Away from public, behind closed doors,

Any infant, Any girl, Any woman, Any old,

Any village, Any district, Any state ,Any country

days and nights, weeks and months,

Viciously, vehemently, violently,

Cries in pain, cries in mysery, cries in anguish,

Why in pain?? why in mysery?? why in anguish??

Raped by victim, Chased by media Abused by society,

Why ???

since we wear what we like,

Why ???

since we go out at night,

Why ???

since we raise our voice,

Rebuked by, rebuffed by, ridiculedby,

A hungry animal,A shame less creature, A disgraceful species

Are we the accused??? Are they the victim???

Are we to be punished??? Are they to be saved??

Where is humane in them?? Where is sanity in them??

Save our mothers for the present,

Save our daughters for the future.

Stop this rape culture,Save our rich culture

Wild Night

My first night, my cute night,

A sweet night, A dreamy night

My first night, my teddy night,

A hugging night, A faithful night

My first night, A French night,

My Adam, my Eden Apple,

Sinking his soul whole to my lips

Sowing the seed of love in me,

My first night, my tempting night

My heart ripping all through the ribcage,

My thighs clapping in the soft tremors,

In the shuddering sweetness the nectar comes out,

Chained beast craving, surging for more,

My body tickles from toes to breast,

I’m afraid to ask him

to touch me down, deep down,

In the fathomless depths of black hole

My Adam, my honey, my peach,

I’m Weak now, I can’t resist him,

Tears are rolling down my cheeks,

My charm, my honey, My cherry,

My love with big candy, my Olympian

I love you, I cherish you, I’m a slave to you

forever forever for such a roaring night.

My bunny, my fluffy, my bushy,

My white forest layered with black forest,

Enjoying the swing under Niagara falls,

Falling from your Eden gardens,

My bushy princess, my blushy princess,

I love to hunt ,I love to chase

All Through your tropical woodland

With a very big cannon, and two cannon balls,

Blasting all the way through deep drenched canyons,

Marching all the way to the topless top,

I’m an explorer, I’m a navigator,

First very man to discover new middleland,

I’m a mountaineer, I’m an adventurer

First to reach the two towering Everest,

I’m an author, I’m a novelist,

With my golden quill, softly and sweetly,

dipping deep down into your ink bottle,

Composing 69 shades of grey in your soft parched tummy,

Beginning with a sinking french kiss,

Tickling you down from breast to toes

Thumbing up and down with screams and bangs,

Ending With Tears of joy rolling down cheeks,

My Coney, my cushy, my shaggy

My horny angel, my porny angel,

My crusty fruit-filled treat, topped with rosy cherries

Forever, Perpetually, eternally, everlastingly,

I will enslave you, I will entangle you,

In middle of my powerful thighs of Hercules.

Teen Night

To Night ,downright, our night,

Omy popcorn, O my unicorn,

Come on ,Gallop on , Turn on

my Wildest of wild fantasy.

O my Alpha boy, be my were wolf,

tinkle my little stars and makes your moon rise up.

Quench your thirst with my virgin blood,

O my great hunter, conquer me,

hunting down my lust with your gun

O my potter boy, take my vessel,

Do the pottery of love on my rosy bosoms,

O my hammer boy, O my mighty thor,

Nail my hole, with your thundering mjonir

Purify my body with your holywater in this wicked night

Happy Onam

Do you know the tamburan

Who holds his umbrella so high

Loves to shout out loud,

Aarpo…. Irro.. irro….irro

Yes I know him,

Malayalis his highness Mahabali

Do you know our Bali,

Champion of thug of war

Truly I know him,

kerala’s own Bahubali

Do you know our Maveli,

The King of harvest festival

Very well I know him,

Who Loves to feast on a plantain leaf

Do you know our thambran,

Who holds his umbrella so high,

Loves to sing out loud

“Poova poli poova poli poova”,

( Here comes Season of flowers and fragrance)

Indeed I know him,

Who wishes “Happy Onam”

When he sees you and me.

FLOOD- A billion prayer with you

A billion rain drops pouring in,
Days and nights, weeks and months,
Fear is here, pain is here, agony is here,
Flood is here in all its rage and outrage,
Drowning all dreams, all hopes, all faiths,
Crumbling happiness right on to floor,
Crowning all sufferings, all miseries, all mourning’s,
A billion mumbling Tear drops right on to cheeks,
Hands on face, shouting in silence,
I lost my kith, I lost my kin,I lost my friend,
All are grieving, all are bleeding, all arebroken,

In this Deadness of immersing darkness,
I still believe in Miracles, I still believe in blessings
A Noah’s Ark will ascend from fathomless ocean,
Spare us from
This dread, this torment, this fury,
This wrath, this rage, this misery.

Happy Independence Day

My only dream, My only hope,
Kashmir to Kanyakumari, Gujarat to Arunachal,

No Hindus, No Muslims,
No more dividing, No more fighting,
No rich, No poor,
No more oppression, no more suppression,
No Left wing, No Right wing,
No more scam ,No more corruption,

We are one, we are a nation,

A thousand men, A thousand women,
Shed their blood, shed their tears,
for her liberty, for her sovereignty,

Never fade her freedom, never fade her beauty,

Lets sow seeds of saffron, white and green,
All over the lands , streams and oceans

Lets cultivate a utopian land, lets make this a paradise,

With our dharma chakra,

I pledge my life, my soul, my spirit,
To my Mother land, my India, my Hindustan

“JAI HIND”

Let this echo from Himalayas to Vindhyas,

“VANDEMATRAM ”

Let this resonate from Indian ocean to river Indus,

Satyamev jayatha and Jai Hind.

“Happy Independence day”