Brain Pain


Nourished and caressed his blood cells,

The tropical Sun’s ordeal,

From the Ganges, humid winds and moist spells,

His body, a mirror to his years,

While post-school, ceased ticking his brain,

At the epicenter of his central nervous system,

Evolved a tumor out of his skull’s membrane,

Only perpetual childhood now to nurture,

Cancelled were all his bookings to a manly future,

Cherish every second was what the docs prescribed,

Now he could be gone any moment, medication surrendered,

Thereafter, his parents gifted him a young bride,

The child locked in a man’s shell had to hear wedding bells,

Chucked out of his ancestral house, deserted to die,

He smiles in a squat on the floor of a mental facility,

Chuckles innocently, “I miss Mom, she used to play with me, sleep by my side,

I miss Dad; he saved me every night by sleeping with my angry wife”


(A Salute to sapiens that surround us…)



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Sins for Sale


Waves of crime soar high,

Rising, sans a sigh,

Rapes and murders shriek on celluloid,

Even, when the power is gone,

Those devilish soaps are still on,

On screens of Android,

Real demons of a Real society,

Are in the limelight regularly,

The evil is lucrative,

Sins are seductive,

It’s all a part of a bigger plan,

Paint us dirty with our dirt,

And, riches shall rain electronic,

On the media clan…


A glimpse of an elderly,

And, jumps up a young lad,

Pleads to offer his seat, a smiling fad,

I see this happening a dozen times,

Every day on the metro in all climes,

Ask the oldies, mothers with little babies,

You’ll know, you’ll realize,

Our goodness has been overshadowed,

Our blemishes have been glorified,

It’s time we stopped drawing macro-conclusions,

It’s time we learnt not to generalize,

It’s time we stopped overeating reality to switch unreal,

It’s only business for the media,

Sins are for Sale in India…




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My City Dies

“…I’m sure there’ll be more to cry for,

There’ll be more for us to see…”

Courtesy: ” Disrespecting ‘Her’, the Indian way… ” (

And, here we are, with more to see…


One of the oldest civilizations,

Isn’t much civilized as yet,

Gone the heartless Nazis,

Gone a ruthless Somalia,

Gone a greedy Latin America,

Gone lethally blind, an unfortunate Syria,

Now, all set to go, India,

Barbaric lust molds savages in here,

Are these men? Are these human beings?

Do they belong to the same land of faith, bards and kings?


We’re growing vampires,

Did I not tell you?

There’ll be more of their victims,

More for us to lament on,

And, there you see,

How monstrous have they turned?

They Devoured a five-year old,

Dishonored her Fatally, out of Lust,

Tore her genitals apart,

Quenched their thirst for feminine meat,

Corked it with a little bottle and candles,

Left her to writhe in pain, and rot,

 They Devoured a five-year old,

Dishonored her Fatally, out of Lust…


Did that child know what happened?

Did she know why did they hurt her?

Did she know why did they bleed her?

Did she know the meaning of lust?

Did she know what being a woman, was all about?

Was she aware of a woman’s foremost duty?

Of a woman’s pricey obligation in this country?

Was she aware of the meaning of pleasure?

Or meaty gratification, whatsoever?

They Devoured a five-year old,

Dishonored her Fatally, out of Lust…


She follows her unsuccessful successor into the ICU,

My City Wept then,

Thereafter, My City Rebelled,

All futile, All useless, All hopeless,

We shall breathe in, breathe out, breathe on,

In this sea of Apathy,

We shall crave, beg for a drop of Humanity,

Wait and watch,

For now, we want to believe it or not,

We survive in a Dead Clime,

With each new dawn now,

We hear our girls and ladies cry,

As uniformed hooligans try burying sins,

Paint absolute anarchy,

They Devoured a five-year old,

Dishonored her Fatally, out of Lust,

Splashed at us, are buckets full of disgust,

Now soaked in filth,

We’ll watch with lame eyes,

As, robbed clean off its soul,

Shoved towards a shameful end,

Now, My City Dies…



(An enraged expression from an Indian, a resident of Delhi.)

For more on the heinous crime :

Rape of a five year old: Protests in Delhi again(

Protests build in New Delhi after child rape(

A Scary, and a Humiliating Fact:

336% rise in child rape cases in India since 2001(


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