Saturday, October 24, 2009

A long wait

A long wait

It is a long wait
at the metropolitan
crowded bus stand,
you wait, but the long line
of eroded thoughts
still crop up to regain
to pest you internally,
your umbrella tilts,

the flared up dust and wind
move past to settle on the
poster on the wall,
you shudder at
the sight of the
tilting bus almost
touching the ground,
the commuters are like
push and pull buttons.

it is a long wait
for so many
for the ration card,
more for the ration rice
to be pilfered and sold
for the double rate,
to treble their income,

it is a long wait
for the honest and choked,
amidst bohemian ,blatant,
seems to be eternal wait
so many in the queue,
it is a long wait,
it is a long, long wait.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

I see a God------

I see a God----

I see a God not in the labour
and the baby delivered
in the toilet
of the moving train,
not in the syringe timely,
dexterous, for the brain fever
of the ten year old ,
a God not in the gospel of the church,
the chained cross of the nun ;
no, not in the cocaine and poppy seeds,
a God in the struggling innocent,
not in the collar of the vile at the gallows,
But I see a GOD
Yonder in the dead,
a body in the coffin ,
for he breathes his last
in the sleep , a boon .