Biri Blues

Drag on
Drag me out
But you are only dragging me down to the drain

to hide yourself from the scorn of society.
When all I have longed was some taste in you.
When you would not even buy me, my boy;
Why, tell me why, my boy?

The rabble rule.
Don't be so cruel.
You are acting
like a military, like a fake democracy;

Live inside your building of indifference,
while you build a statue of liberalism at your gate.
How can I let you know the truth?
How would you know it?

Blinking and winking merrily,
I would stay rubbing myself
against the cracked lips and crooked teeth
of my dear, dirty, poor folks, who chain-smoke to reach their gods.

But I'm just the butt, filter-less
of a biri, in my bareness,
Here, used and forgotten, near the drain
with a bloody, faded, red thread dangling on my head.


  1. love it....whole night spent reading ur poems...i fall in lov with ur blog,,the graphics and poems....erthying so great,,,u are superb,,,,proud to have u as fren,,,keep writing,,,,somtimes i think we are more than these writing or blogging whatever,,,these all have to be flashed on the walls someday sooooonnn

  2. I must say kapil lets compile ur poems to book form. ur poems are just lovely...penned down ur thoughts and feelings very freely...the sense i got while reading ur poems....lets publish it.:)

  3. @DaAkhus Thank yous
    @Unknown Thank you too for your kind words. Would you please tell me who you are?
    I also believe my writings should have a reach beyond this blog and it would be one of the most happiest days of my life when I print the poems and smell the book...


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