Ave Maria


Shot her reflections divine,

Shone glass from the Church’s spine,

Amidst jeers, tears and cheers,

Past cries from an innocent rewind,

From those meadows, wails of the sheep and the swine,

Treads ahead the nervous bride,

Petals rain from all sides,

Fate has her trampling them,

No matter to save some,

How hard she did try,

Triggers and barrels guard her walk,

Lead bursts in skies above,

For a life in arms of the barter of death,

A drop of love in that ocean red,

Her surrender to the Holy Cross,

On the altar awaits her share of sin-gloss,

Her skirt’s cathedral train rubs away the ground’s pain,

She drags it across the aisle, suppressing frowns,

When against lovelorn lips of the groom,

Shy, her sight sweeps down,

Scared, she freaks out, a blemished start,

On her kismet, bull’s eye scores the poisonous dart,

Her wedding gown was already wearing a blood stain…



(From the wedding party of the son of one of Colombia’s most feared and wealthy drug lords. Visualized on and inspired from Franz Schubert’s famous Opera composition, ‘Ave Maria’. For the musical piece, visit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bosouX_d8Y

The Ave Maria (Latin) (Hail Mary) is a traditional Catholic prayer asking for the intercession of the Virgin Mary, the mother of Jesus. For more, visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ave_Maria)



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The Lull Spider


Lights dull, dim and gone,

Screams, then surrounds declarations chill,

A Morrison from dusk to dawn,

Beyond that naked green grill,

Shunned outside, Oxygen waits futile still,

Consciousness is stretched in a tug-of-war inside,

Jaws of visions bloom into a bungalow for those souls to reside,

Curtains down on those spirits, rolls off those glittery veils,

Realizations of compromise scurry naked,

Passion leakages beam whiter,

That rented oven bakes on a few minds,

The mocker’s crawl is about to cease,

For that gloating arthropod, awaits a hypnotic surprise,

Now eight legs useless, it has to unwind,

In that haze, pasted to the wall,dazed,

Into the void, caught paranoid, lull’s the spider…





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Pink Paharganj


Dusk licks the old Banyan,

Shuts her pores with a kiss,

Ogles at the crows to send them cranky, alarmed,

That deity resting on that vintage stump is served her lamp,


Lights flick white in that dingy sea of trade,

Reflects in eyes, shining ready for their prey,

Confident of languished hungry visits from the brightest of minds, gone astray,

Some Bags on the go, some await hooked, some packed personal, some for sale,

Stranger eyes are read, flung across are ropes of trust, unsaid,

When a ‘need’ sounds good, it is then understood,

Fools you the stoner’s paraphernalia, peace t-shirts, cargoes on the row,

Action turns into those narrower lanes, shoulder-wide alleys,

Hazy deals, suspicious frowns, then broader smiles and hugs,

Slither sly; make it hush and quiet, in and out in dying daylight,

A fresh wait, a fresh hit, no bait’s needed in this hole of the sphere,

Sucks you to those minstrels of pleasure for a share of their concealed treasure,

Hands in hands with the God of Urge, you tread in here,

The evening calls, triggers her daily moan,

Hails you for more, a Pink Paharganj…



(From the streets of Paharganj, the hippie back-packers paradise in New Delhi, India, known for its concentration of affordable hotels, lodges, restaurants, dhabas (North Indian road-side eateries) and a wide variety of shops catering to both domestic travellers and foreign tourists, especially backpackers and low-budget travellers. Over the years it has become particularly popular as a haunt for international cuisine and everything that a soul on the lookout for fun and pleasure can end up thinking of. For more on Paharganj, visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paharganj )



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Blood Brides of Manhattan’s Upper East Side

ImageBlood thirsty eyes,

Stressed vision hinted at their torn-apart souls,

Wrapped in bandages, and red paint,

Their fake breasts painted red,

Backs covered with blood paint and sanitary paper,

Blood Brides in that celebration of darkness,

As if into that Upper East Side Manhattan underground haunt,

Straight from Dracula’s castle in Transylvania…

They were here to seduce, to feast on the rich,

To entertain, to hide their self-absorbing spirits,

They attracted hoppers into madness, into this never-ending party…

Lighting up their crack-pipes in the toilet,

I see them trying to lose themselves,

Trying hard to forget the male touch, the male stare,

With each puff out, that worn out smile,

Looked strange under those pain-soaked eyes,

Painted eyelids, blood strokes on the sides,

Loneliness and crack got the males smooching,

Making each other realize, no matter how high,

They were breathing, they could feel, laugh,

Dole out the man’s moan, and cry,

Fixing up their bandages, wiping off tears from their faces,

The Blood Brides rose,

Plunged out of the washroom,

Back again into the kaleidoscopic anarchic cosmos…

Passed from one hand to the other,

All the red and white on them,

Stir a strange baleful caprice,

Into that overdosing multitude,

Drenched in neglect and apathy…

Bondage Queens try hooking kids,

Leaking their sacks of wealth,

Hiding overflowing streams of evil,

Behind their male bodies, their lustrous smiles,

Speed-fed Asian dolls,

Craved from those vampire walls,

An aberrant metamorphosis was on display,

Suffocating was the strong odor of ingrained decadence,

Wide eyes jaded in seconds,

In their psychic supernatural guise,

Riding on their patience in that surreal world,

Far away from the riddles of time,

They were fishing for someone needy,

To depend on,

The right dark soil to flourish on…



(Inspired from the movie “Party Monster, 2003)