Staples and Pins

The durbar was full.. By every door were people seeking Justice, wet eyes, anger, mistrust, fear, greed  every pair of eyes had a story to tell None of the stories  true None of the stories  false A mother looks up for a divine intervention When the Guard announced the arrival All stood up All bowed down Respect for the law of the land  forced upon as a custom She heard her name after a name she feared A dark raven became her voice Not that her voice was ever sweet or that she was ever beautiful She heard the law or was it a date Man just fixed and sealed What could just decide her fate The Durbar was full The royal has not arrived Oh but why would it matter For to the world - she a low life In all the accumulated misery she draped an oxymoron Dignity ha Most stopped to stare But that was yesterday..

Alright..all of you gatekeepers, fanatics, racists,believers in anything that causes harm hurt or bitterness to your neighbors, to all you patriotic who will slay the life of another patriotic, to all those who hate the whites browns yellows blacks and every colour I gave you, to all those who kill in the name of your gods.. Look at me,For in my womb, I will bear millions of children and will call them Mohammed and Joseph and Ram, I will give them hues of shades of colors.And I will send them them to your world.Like I sent you.How you forget that u are from my womb,How you forget that he is also from my womb, When you slit his throat,or when he slits yours, all I see is red! The stain on the carpet that is me is red, whether you slay him in the East or west or north or south, When you see all that he can shed is shed, all you can see is also red! You forget, if there was not that darkness, You would have never known the light. You forget again... Love, M.E

03.37 am, 18th July, Jerry breathed his last on ammas lap. He even did his saashtangam salute moments before that. Why would anyone name his or her dog after a rat one would ask. He came to me with that name. When I found this guy first, the first thing that struck me was "Boy he is huge" un cared for, abandoned, forlorn and immensely sad. Deepak and Ganesh asked me again. Are u sure you wish to pick this guy up? He is overgrown and definitely does not look puppy like. Its such a cliché if I tell u that my heart went out to him the minute I set my eyes on him.. The thing about meeting your first pet and life partner is a lot alike. You sense the connection. that tug at your heart. It is the eyes maybe. But when people said "fallen in love" I would be like Duh..one grows in love..that's what happened when I introduced jerry to the rest.. He was bored and did not seem to care about anything or anyone. He was grumpy but so lazy to even show it. From Palavakkam I to...

It is my mother by the tree... She is pretty....so pretty cant you see She was born in the month of may.. so was I u may say. The leap in my feet the nails not so neat the hair never fussed like mom never flushed It is my mother by the tree So pretty...so pretty can u see The red on her lips the sway of her hips the curls of her hair bosom oh so fair It is my mother by the tree So pretty as pretty can be The curls by her ears some wet with her tears Its joy says she to me fine daughter like u, cant be! It is my mother by the tree White marble said johny Mc.Spree The white of her teeth bloodied by his feet sweet sweat on her brow let nobody know It is..It is my mother by the tree so pretty...so pretty can you see It is my pretty mother by the tree who taught me grammer like it should be 'Is' for the present 'was' for the past your self comes later put the ass in the last Oh! It was my pretty mother by the tree Who was as li...

It is like any other day Of course it is It is... Yes it is.. You don't agree with me do you No...I do...Of course I do It is the 12th of May I know...So what? It is... Yes it is No.. you would never understand.. Why no...I don't? never? yea.. It is like any other day It is??? Yes it is.. What would you know? Yes..not unless you tell me It is the fact.. Is it the fact? What do you know? that it is not a fact It Is!!!! Is it Yes? NO NO? Never mind but I do.. It is holy.. It is a paper Paper it is It is paper Just? Not really.. What? Unjust it is To whom? to you.. No I meant is it just a paper? I meant it is not Just, it is paper But is it Just a paper? Just Was it Just? to you No.. Then it is just another day... Just? A date But it is But yes it is Just another day Yes the 12th of May Time? is good Good? time... Why u contradicting? Why would I you? No me Me? no... Should I stay? I dont know..Should you? M leaving Good night!!!

Scarper, fingers touch.. hands held shoulder shared felt betrothed.. Scarper tension felt causes crossed feelings flared urges throbbed Scarper dreams spelt past forget dreams woven flash...regret Scarper truth misspelt hurt arise hush...hush.. rest arrest Scarper love declared truth she sought Winter to summer seasons changed changes to seasons reasons changed Scarper she cried Scarper who he asked answers none she had on scarper woe befall? Scarper who? Hush Hush... Scarper me....

She tugged at it again.. What now...I check.. Drops of milk churned up in her little tummy Chose now as its moment to see the world...through my sleeve My sleeve...she must have thought is a part of me. wonder what babies think of us humans.. what do they condition their mind as? here comes yellow chechimmayi, Her hands are funny, they have extensions, why does her leg seem ruffled at the bottom? yesterday they resembled bloated balloons.. When was the last time I tugged at a sleeve??? maybe she feels what I felt then.. a natural emotion or a reaction to tug and nudge a loved one.. to bother endlessly sans guilt.. Its been long since she tugged at my sleeve where she tugs now hurts.. Deep down I wish.. I did not know... I have to rush... There is a sleeve to give, you see a thought... for me to bug, that sleeve will it ever be?