Morbid Orbit

I exist. Why.
Some reason. A mockery.
I struggle, I breathe.
Questions of Why? wherefore?
Plaguey Nonsense.
A world of disease, death
too comfortable. These lives
existential because all is given.
food. clothing. shelter.

What do we need?
Love a mimicry of Life.
A reason to go on.
cowardice to die.
frightening questions of thought.
Thinking underground.
Thinking solemnly.
Breathing? Thinking?
oxygen. thought.
stop! why? where is the need.

It all decays.
rotting under the sun,
in the mouldy coffin,
burnt on a pyre, polluting
disease. The Human disease.
Questions of God? Questions
of toys. See us run, scramble, think,
of meaning in a meaningless shamble.

fluidity, change, answers
no answers. Illusions,
a matrix, fat, corrupt, absorbing,
drenching, soaking
into my flesh. incumbent,
like a rash, scratchy
puss like, angry posthumus boils.
These answers. where are they?
God? a pronunciation more difficult
than a Houyhnhnm.

A spelling, power to what end
feel free to decay at your own
pace, lucky to burn on a pyre
than rot in a grave. lucky to
be manure than black smoke.
Parody, all in the name of
a fuckrimonious religion.

Creeping, Stagnating, born and
baptized, dead and buried.
A beginning with an end
no end to the beginning, no
beginning to the end.
circle. question. answer.

fuckrimonious.

And then There was DUB.....

God created the Universe, He created the birds, plants and other miserable cretins, finally he created us human beings..and then there was DU Beat!!!! The heart beat of Delhi University, and Life for me took several new directions at the same time when I got into writing for this youth paper. Its every page breathes a deep breath of young energy and life into the otherwise stale and mundane areas of the cosmos of journalism.

Revolving around the most happening set of people in the most populous and happening university in Delhi. Delhi University. DU Beat or as we lovingly call it, DUB, has become a second family to me and working for DUB is more fun and play than work. A place where we, students little and insignificant as we are can reach out and shake towers and crumble thrones! Okay sorry I can't really get over my Lord of the Rings and Frodo baggins hangover. But Yeah, when we at DUB decide to make inquisitions into the various fallacies of Delhi University, there is quite a bit of crumbing and shaking happening....atleast in various cafeterias, Libraries and principal offices. All i can say is La vie DU Beat, La Vie Delhi University and La Vie DUB Team!!!! :D :D :D

And if you don't believe me, bump your page down to http://www.dubeat.com and look at what you've been missing out on!!!!!

If a Palette is Wiped blank

A Palette is a blank slate
its when its splattered that it's sate
what would life that were a palette be?
it would start with a sober sheen
something yellow or green.

The first steps of a toddling born
would be as a cheerful morn
for don't we live dawn to dusk?
a splattering of blue
on the greenish earthly hue.

Now childhood is a gem
a sparkling diamond stem
in every heart a hidden star, true?
society sent some to the mine
and the rest play with an orange pine.

When little ones loose their way
and selling wares trying to make hay
what colour they'd be but a Shade of Grey?
If Laughter came in a brilliant blue
tears would sprinkle a reddish dew.

They say royalty is purple
and blood a crimson whirlpool
then why is gold yellow that belongs to every rich fellow?
They say a little child growing learns
that the shades of life are dissapated turns.

A Pink and a magenta represent what mood
if red and green and yellow is food
Strange, all a starving child earns is Blackened burns
when some went to the mines
and others played with orange pines

Did any one thing of those who lost life, parents, love
in the blast of a thousand guns? A bomb that sped from above?
The colour of an explosion said earthen earth and white light
the noise of a blast a briliant silver stars.

What happend to Mankind? what happened to humanity?
all it takes is a flashing light to wipe that palette blank.
like the slate that sank, in waters green and dank
Like the mine that swallowed 'em whole, and
the shop that prostituted innocent yellow hand.
The mouth that ate black bread while,
today's royalty ate purple mead and grapefruit white
in utter lavish exotic delight.
What happened? .... whAt? happened??