THE SENSE CALLED LIFE

Eyes closed, mouth wide open
Legs and hands kick
With wild but innocent anger
The child wails on her lap
Her ears and limbs deafened by its pitch

Now a bushy heap, her husband rests
And to her right the eldest son plays
He hums a car's sound his whitish scaly
Body parading the frames of his structure
He takes a look at her and instinctively
Stops pushing the his precious toy - a block of wood
He pays closer attention and follow the thick ball
Flow from her cheek to chin, into the air, to the dust

Time lapses, the child falls asleep
Frail and smelling like an ammonium gas chamber
It breathes a second at a time
Three months have passed, will it make it to four?

She picks a plastic container
Heads for the lake shore
Along the shoreline lie frustrated fishermen
Pollution and population have taken toll

With a bright smile she approaches
A group of them, already whispering about her sway and curves
One takes her aside, two deer sardines jump subtly
At the approach of the slight calm waves swaying the just arrived trawler 

From a distance watches another woman
Eager to see weakness in the bargain
And move in for a strike at luck should she fail
And unconsciously, she prays for her fail

Her prayers were never answered
For she saw her bend to fill
The plastic container to the brim
She watched her stand up, exchanging smiles with him
No cash from her, no change from the fisherman

Two days of peace follow
At sun set he innocently looked at him walk in
A small radio in his massive hands, a piece of wood in his

The man would turn up the volume
In the wee hours of the dark
The boy would float between whispers, sleep,
And a non-stop creaking FM station
The presenter periodically talks of a show
In the Capitol to fundraise for hunger victims

After they were done, he lowered the volume
Crickets' and frogs' dominate the dark
She turns to faced him
He could not see her but felt the silent question

In a frail voice she slowly started her narration
The meet
Talked of her dagger eyes
Witch blended threats and the fear in her heart
Through stepped into his heart and disturbed he was
The presenter announce the time
He stood up, reached for his clothes and left without a word

II

Two days pass and the honorable member's secretary
Walks in, in high heels and quality counterfeit designer suit
On his table she places a thin file and four national dailies

He goes through headlines and kickers
Looking for pics, points and angles taken on him
He smiles and turn over the next leaf with a quarter ad -
The latest CLK - he stops and looks at it
Reads through details then dial the numbers
At the bottom of the slick picture

The honorable member jolts up after the call
He holds the four dailies together, slump them aside
And out he walked for the usual breakfast meeting

III

The secretary walks back into the exceptionally
Expansive office, closing her eyes upon breathing
The trail of a real designer cologne
She clears the table her boss calls
"The drawing board"
She is not in a hurry
The boss takes his time in his breakfast meetings

Her eyes roam the expansive desk
She takes a deep breath at the cologne's trail ones more
And in the boss' cream leather chair she slumps
Pull the dailies and flip through the pages
She sees the CLK ad, she stares hard
Closes her eyes and wonder whether a rich man will ever be hers

Realizing where she is, she breaks the reverie
Looks at the paper again and sees a filler besides the ad
It was only a few words so on she read

Lake Shore District:
A woman and two children suspected to be hers
Were yesterday found burnt beyond recognition
Found with them was a man's body
The incident took place at the Lake shore District
In the wee hours of darkness
Police arrived at the scene after the burial
They are yet to establish the cause of the fire

She hears the phone ring on her desk
Hurriedly, she picks up the untouched thin file and the dailies
Behind her she pulls the heavy wooden door with a gold title riveted on it
THE HONORABLE MEMBER FOR LAKE SHORE DISTRICT

THE LETTER IN THE EYES

Reading is my justice, writing my shield
And speaking my defender
So to your letter i have done justice
Read it till saturation in heart and tears
Understanding and knowledge , however limited

Now that you are out of sight
I gather it not right, to defend my love for you
Let you know in enough words, that for you
I lived from the day i met you
And for you my heart weeps tears red in hue

From your letter i have written a poem of two million words
In a few words
I still live a time ran out life, struggle with no expectations
For the noose awaits and rims of justice diamond studded

I think again, flipping the thought in all angle
And realize other than you there is no angel
I zonk, and harder, faster, my heart weeps

All you expected was me there, not wild dreams
You expected trust, not wild rumors
Expected a difference
Though all too human

Don't look at me that way my lovely one
It takes strength off my knees and invigorates
Your Serengeti beauty and that cracks whips
Across a heart festering with wounds
Haunted with your love and full of your whispers

I see your eyes everywhere
The bastard in a pool of blood between us
My hands clotted in blood, i still remember your eyes
As they took me away in cuffs amidst a sea of eyes

Because we had to eat, feed and cloth our own
In a world that appears not our own
Now i am a guest of the state
Living nearly in the same state
Rubbing shoulders with murders
Rapists, pickpockets and traffickers
All cursed, caste then cast by systems

You have not come for a single visit
Twenty years now and now i realize
I would not have come either
If you stabbed a woman for stalking
And laying my heart on money

THE COST OF SUN AND SAND

It was the cost at the coasts
Of sun and sand that made me
Eager to feel sun and sand
So under under the sun i toiled , sweat's my witness
And divine teacher of sweetness

Long and lost are the years
For long and frustrating was the toil
That teamed with water and time
To decant the tiny gravels you hold in your hands
As i sit at the coast of sun and sand at a cost

I tried my best but the frustration
I saw in the eyes of the poor
Poked faces similar to phases preened by press
In the battle for truth

Fellow countrymen, I watched
From behind the tints
Wondered what it feels like to be you
For it is no longer frustrating to see you
But freightening to see you
So at a cost borne by you
Cast the vote, for my dreams ideas
Are inspired by what i feel for you

As i sit at the coast of
Sun and sand, i seek ways
To keep my head above the sand and enjoy the sun
Under which i have toiled
And created rivers of tears in a lake of misery
The greatest misery of all - to live by another's wish

Sands of time will liberate you
But sorry for the weighty
Sands and stones upon your lanky shoulders
My intentions were good until i though
Of the cost at the coasts of sun and sand

ZERO

Its okay!

Zero's the value of my account
Zero's the possibility of a meal tonight
Zero's the chance of winning a heart on the lovely planet
Zero's my certainty's hope for bail on a petty count
Zero's my fate's favorite figure though it loathes it
Zero's my zoom lens under the spikes throne king of heat
Zeros in a set of three after two six, his birth right

But remember!

Zero has no value yet the sum game in life
Zero's what Mithra summed the bull's life to, to turn the leaf
Zero was the hour Moses banished the bull to keep the ram safe
Zero remains zilch in the piecerean age of strife

For the record.

Zero's their zapper's zap
Zero's their zeal of zealot and zillionairehoods their zest
Zipping their zinger of economics are
Zygotes zoned in Zions zug zugzwang on a global board
Zig zagged by zero tolerance to any against bang to rights

TIK-TOK ROUND THE CIRCLE

Slowly ticking and toking away
The 21st century is the cog of time
Clearly written in our eyes
Is the registered sound of fear and anxiety
Anger and frustration recycled by the elusive pot of happiness
Denied by might

Fancy kills and cures for eagles
The very vision that feed their young
Create the the killer eaglet culture
Curved within the cosmic statutes
That feature and favor those who have mastered the art
Of feasting on others' tears to earn might

A bullet fired is a bullet sold
A shilling lost is a shilling gained
A deal sealed is a deal bargained
A conflict created is a carat added
A tear shed here, a smile sparked there
It's tick, and tock, tears and smiles
Round a vicious up on which we all stand

The bell tolls with each tick and tock
The wise ask not for whom it tolls
Unless, they can bell a cat pouncing for blood

1+ 1 COULD BE FOUR

If and only if

You know the grid reference
The point east meets west
So would you know the tilt
Of truth and lie on the global moral scale

If and only if

You can pin the point
The point west stops and east begins
So would you know where you are headed
Aided by the forces working the position of the global moral compass

If and only if

You know the weight imposed
On the first heaven by the second and the third
So would would you know standing west or east the cardinals' omnipresence