Category Archives: doggerel
This week,
somewhere in Pakistan
a bomb exploded
leaving a trail of
melted toys and severed limbs
– ripping apart lives and
splintering souls,
painting the horizon
a violent red.
While I cursed
a too-slow computer
people mutely watched
three men on a beach
deliberately
beat a boy.
They watched as his
thin arms
were raised in plea
and still watched as
the blue-grey waters
claimed him for their own
(they said
he was mentally unsound.
As if that changed
anything at all)
A train has derailed elsewhere.
Bodies trapped
in mangled metal,
the pungent smell of charred flesh
pervading the air
as a sari
blotted with blood
quivers in the breeze.
Over the sound
of a fan whirring,
Louis Armstrong croons
of rainbows and red roses,
and tells me that
we live in a wonderful world.
Cul-de-sac
I don’t know
why
we go down
this one-way street,
under the guise of
inane conversation,
when anything
on my mind
is clearly
the last thing
on yours.
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Protected: Dream Big
Protected: Leech
Lunch Room
‘Machan, the sooner this ends, the better’
Pause
Digs teeth
‘Personally, I think it’ll last only a few more months’
Purses lips
‘They wont go down passively though’
Nods impressively
‘After so many years? Of course not’
Shifts bottom
Somewhere
A soldier rubs the sores on his shoulder
And trudges on
Oblivious
That his fate is being decided
By armchair revolutionaries
In white collar shirts
Over rice and curry