red rushes to green

rotten revolution packed in rags.
reaping lots rush to chop heads.
once i beleive
i ‘ll die as a communist.
now i hate being red.

still i m a communist.
a communist commoner.

blood, cheaper than water

kill me ‘n kindle me
with your kindest remarks.
click my beheaded dreams
to display well in your dailies.
I may too be canonised
as your true martyr.
kingdom of martyrs
‘ll come.
butcherer’s votebanks
and its bloody impressions
spread everywhere.
ha, ha connecting Canannore,
incredible India
Beatic Modi Vision,
Marvellous Marxists.
let thier world be blood,
cheaper than water

It rains every night

Dried up

washed away

unattended to forgotten

It rains every night

i hung on her every word

like a long rushing train.

she talked for a long time.

i hung on her every word

why did i talk HOME

each time u hold me tight
it rains inside me
for, i know a long summer is in the offing.