One more London place

roaming aimlessly,
clicking shamelessly
carefree and serene
a midday scene
trying to ignore
the storm in store
blood and gore
that has become
our world
that much intolerance
death and violence
children not spared
elderly not cared
humanity badly fared
attack and revenge
mindless avenge
Peshawar is charred
Parisiens life scarred
innocent blood
spilled and flood
the gates of heaven
tears trickle down
resolve breakdown
no optimism trace
deepening sorrow I face
in the false serenity,
eerie calmness
of one more London place

Contropiracy

What part I played in evolution
Science, discovery’s revolution
Let’s have endless debate about this
Controversy conspiracy conspiversy
Lord’s mercy, on your soul

Clouds cry

chimneys pour
smoke in my pores
my soul is sour
I cry acid drops
when everything is dead
then will you stop?

Home

However it is
It’s my home
My castle, my life
In hunger, in strife
My refuge, my dome
It’s my home

Don’t say bad things
it’s not posh
You look through my eyes
It’s better than
White House
It’s better than
even Rome
It’s my home

Life has been tough
I hit the rough
many times
Each time I know
What to read
Where is my tome
It’s my home

Invaders have come
Bruises and some
Scorching sun
Making sure I burn
This will be life, and
catacomb
It’s my home

When

Another year passed
no signs of
impending arrival
plenty of faith
hope could only last
Alas, till my last breath

Place

hardship, inhumane, downright cruel
simpleton, duffer, taken as a fool
worse than animals, taken out of school
how long will you rule, judgment day upon us

Ladoo – stages of guilty pleasures

Never,
No,
Perhaps
May be,

Yes
oh yes
I want more
more and more,
desperately

never again…really