Tuesday, August 18, 2009

In Blues

thinking of nothing,
yet something.
some decorated memories
of moments we can't leave behind.
sodomized,
in the rooms which boiled
ripped off our senses
by people in soiled pants...
saying a little prayer
everyday, for them!
god protect the junkyard
and the dunk of mayhem!
strange, how the prayers
bound you and me too...
our brief vents of frustration
in the blues of the loo!!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

how uncool as ppl pray for something which they have got inside from the birth... no intervention is required by so called mediators of god...if it exists then it's we who have proven & strieved to prove its existance..I think this poem must be the voice of RADHA & KRISHNA...true lovers...free from all kind of leg pulling GYAN :)

MAHI said...

hahahahaha!!! i dnt know i CAN agree to dat cmpletely