Blame

the neighbour's child blasted
into a few bits of its past
and hung in different
clotheslines hanging outside
the balconies of our buildings-

there was a bloody explosion-

everyone screamed and shouted
and wailed and cried-
shed blood as tears
imagine the mother..

there wells in you a violent
anger and hatred
for those who caused it-

blame it on politicians
to have sown seeds of hatred
between races, communities
and languages-
between the rich and the poor-

the divide and rule
survival of the fittest
process of natural selection
the asuras spoken about
from ages before knowledge-

you recall the TV interview
of a victim who was passionately
asking how can you shake hands
of the guy who raped
your wife and daughter
and daughter-in-law
and the little one who
hasn't come of age..
and set fire to your everything-

simply because
there can not be an end to these
and if you nurse the wounds
they do not dry?

you simply curse the lord
and like to push His face down
in the blood shed so far
so as to drown Him

it's sheer
impotence
you simply be there
like the cat and the dog-

not the worms
which do not seem to
care for any
relationships or piety

if the books tell you
anything else-
bull shit it is-
religion or politics
they are nothing but
the front or the back
of bloody each other-

Growth

when you are around
and the smile is infectious
and the pull irresistible
pushing me to eternities
I feel a heart beat
that throbs to blow the lung to pieces
the peep into the other world
so feverishly lovely- so pleasant
to be alive,
until you depart
because of growth and fruition
for want of
of eternity.

Voice

my grandfather's voice
of authority, so distant -
my dad's becoming the same
in good time-

the school, the temple
the prime minister
the management gurus, know alls
cacaphony-
in 360 degrees, motivations & manipulations

you sounded different
the tune looked different-
until lost in mine
becoming the dad's