Truth In The Time of Cholera

 ## It is a nagging feeling to be lied to, By everyone I know, or have known, Bluffed by serial words, of a pastime, That makes white lies, burning wounds. I still howl, like a stray dog, being called So many names, so often, as I open up, for just some Feed, from kind souls,…

Truth and Lies, Feces and Words

The only truth that leaves the human body Is digested food and throngs of bacteria And that they call “feces” and all the half-truths which come out Of the other end are measured, analyzed and explained In volumes of dictionaries and thesauruses And that forms the lexicon of lies After all the human existence is…

Dilantha Snowden – The Prisoner of Paradise

I’m no nationalist – I’m allergic to Symbols venerating lion’s blood Nor do I write trendy poems To reconcile butchers – on both sides – With their cuts of meat I’m just a catholic boy – in a man’s boots With a healthy dose of stranger’s syndrome Inside my pocket-sized home After all I’m a…

Pinocchio’s Web

We live in a world that is fast eroding in ethics, where mainstays of deontology or rule-based ethics have been shattered in to pieces (except for the mightiest of them all – ‘though shall not kill’). It is a good thing though that sin is devalued (with the exception of murder) because we live in…

Lies

She tasted the bitter fruit – What was fed slowly from within – When she could not feel The tension of the frenulum Nor the movement of the tongue Only a concoction of bitterness Falling out ripe and moist They say it is a rite of passage When innocence discovers that There is no longer…