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All the sands of Sahara,waters of Pacific,pines of Alpine,yens of Japan,scents of Arabia,guns of America,ribs of Somalia,widows of Iraq,orphans of Afghan,
On the ramps of Ankara land
Can they match the prostitutes of democracy
And
Bastards of politics and Brutus and their balderdash?
He scissors into bellies
Gopes for the rib cages
To play the tunes of sarangi
One by one asserting to announce the exact number
Counts again and again the viscous ribs
Pulls out intestines to curl around his arms and does the shakira,
Demands for recompense
Then licks the bowl full of dust and fungus.
On the front page Laxman's cartoon sings the song unto the grave for the day's burial.
Subcontinental rivers are meandering,
Thames is willing to offer its clutches but the Queen is unwilling.
Ganges is thirsty so is she sobbing,
Mississippi is ready to quench her thirst ,
But Yankees are unwilling.
In the corridors of haunted castle behind the lunatic Gothic pillars
Government and its clowns are joking,
Opposition is opposing,
Kudos to comrades! under their asses are they sleeping?

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I opened the door,
Smog has taken the throne of this murky morning
Only thing visible to my dry eyes through this summer smog is a long-long thick blanket of of smog all around,
Thick smog,thin smog,dark smog,black smog,crouching smog,choking smog,howling smog,butcherig smog,
I broke into the smoggy ravines
Rubbed my dusty eye balls stood I'
Down on the pavement, at that corner,
Yes that very corner
Stood Tughlak with a pair of eyes in dispair
But commanded his men, his children thirsty,hungry,exhausted and naked
To shape that invinsible fort, treacherous and venomous,
Sultan was exulted, He blessed them all as a client of Prophet.
They thanked him and said amien!
Really! at times
Madness has sense and sense has madness
Here stands Sultan's creation
Off the veins of pampered His own children.
On the pavements of dalal streets
Little hands alongwith stray dogs are on their diarnal duty
Both in the wastebins and heaps of waste
Plummaging to remonstrate against starvation.
Obnoxious worlds borne by Brahma are being squeezed into the bottles of rot champegne bottles and tightened with spanish corks.

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There are folks who always smile at their party's penalty
Have you ever not been party to it my friend
Every morning and every evening
Before the dawns and dusks
We had the pain at heart and mercy at will on credit basis
Searching for one last panacea for this jejune Homosapien life
Pentagon weather and Yellow stone national park swirls and twisters
Breezing and blowing aside and beside and all around
Millions and millions my friend may be billions
A whole generation of misanthropes
There are bulls,bitches,foxes,jackals,owls,hyenas,hawks and what not
'Coz of this,'coz of that
Have morphed me those scoundrels of ganges numb
What am I craving for machcha?
Is it self mortification of the bloody bohemian inside my own den of thoughts!
Alas! she is the most believable creature on this beautiful earth not to be believed
Entrepreneur of
Jerking,kindling,drowning,seducing,breaking,hovering slice of smile!
At whose capacity
At whose cost
At whose throat
I am a no novice today, neither was yesteryears;
One with a pair of drooping shoulders and heavy head
Thy bosses waiting to alight on my head and dine to their belly,
In the scroll of maps one I've for my comrade
If you wish you can have it in full
If you want you can have it in pieces
If you wish you can have it in soups
All at your will and risk.
Wait, somebody I think is at the door
...Doorbell isn't ringing for a few years
So is that knocking of course irritating;
Who could it be?
Doodhwala,chaywala,bill collectorwala,taxiwala,policewala,boss,boss ka p.a.,neighbourwaleka Wife,his daughter,no. I don't have an affair with,friend-which one?,Tommy-how can a dog?
Who knows they are no less smart,
Pizzas and burgers they also have added to their diet.
Then who could it be........?

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WAIT! let me take a break
My neighbour is barking at my bedroom window and me
Listen, I havw never been a scuffler
Oh! yes struggler is not a lie may be
"You bloody scoundrel"
What's that he's shouting 'gain
No, this fellow is not going to let me to slumber thi morning,
Wait, what did he call me-"scoundrel"
Never,never did me try to change my name
I still own the name my father it seems gave me
Atleast, I swear by that empty Officers Choice bottle
Ya atleast half of my barrowed name still I breathe on...
What could I do if the breath has puffs and puffs of my buddy Gold Flake smoke
Tell me dears could you ever betray your buddies?
No. Isn't it. So did I.
Let me see what my samaritan streetmates snag is.

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