THESE PUPPETS

THESE PUPPETS

No, the puppets don’t have lives
Their puppets never have lives
Wake up soon
Its not okay
To just nod anything to be true

These puppets don’t have lives
Their master is not on your side
These puppets will be stitched up
Given a bow tie to look good
Living from the fringes of life
Gives them their promotions and perks

Rushing on the way to the top brass
They put their hands up too soon
What they stalk and what they crave?
Bollywood dreams are being forced down their throats

Will you look when you leap?
To be the spark or the burning ash.
To be simply stuffed into a chest
Or to be the anger when you are slapped
Don’t let freedom become a favour
Don’t let your voice become rare
Don’t let them scrape your mind
Say fuck off when ask you to be part of the grind

HEY, POLICE!

Hey, police.

Hey, I know you?
Alone today?
I have something new to say to you.

Grab my collar and strike me
I want no fear of being stricken
Grab my collar and fright me
I want no face to frighten me
Grab my collar and punch me
I want my gut to know it’s part of a man
Man part of a democracy

Tear my shirt apart and rob me
I want no fear of any loss
Shove me on the street harder
I know you can’t run me over

The radial hold of your fist stops at your palm
The end of your stick is just wood
The end of your bullet is just smoke
But the splinters of pain spread much further

Hey, I know you?
I meet you everyday
I curse you everyday
My hate you know well of
There are many of me on the lists
Your bosses will tell you my face
Not my name and never their game
When will you be more than a swirling’ red light?
More than a club and more than a van?

MOM

Mom

Teaching mom teaching mom
Noises shouting at a blackboard
But teaching mom
Driving them around the safer miles ahead
Teaching mom preaching mom

Grinding mom grinding mom
Grind in pattern and grind in way
Blind insane and that’s the way
With a loose gown on and head-ache on
Grind mom grind, you have bodies to embalm

Buying mom buying mom
Discounted your sale in the bid, did you?
What will the tinkle of your wind chime mask?
Thud of your day can be heard all around

Trembling mom trembling mom
Crawling up in her bedsheet and trembling mom
Husband arms have no warmth
Praying mom praying mom
Got to ask a lot of favours from god
Slipping mom slipping mom
There slid an eel under your feet
Slipping mom slipping mom
What will it take to stop your bleed?

Loving mom loving mom
Loving her son, he doesn’t tick his bomb
Hoping he better pick the safer faction
Trying to diffuse loving to diffuse
Too late mom I have already bombed.

RECKLESS

Reckless

Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
I am a boulder on a rage
An actor on a free stage
A dart piercing, don’t have bull’s-eye craze

Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
Look out I am heading straight
And then may be left and then shift my weight
And let myself heave through waves and billows

No affiliations from no institutions
No id cards to validate my existence
I can see my shadow, cant I
I do pervade through this space
That’s all the proof I need.

I am the fleeting feather
I am the sweep in the wind
My head tumbles in a free dance
My feet kick rubble and stones
With a pall of dust and all
I am on a no-buckle ride
No head-support, no safety-cage ride

I paint away all the slouching ghosts aside
Brush them off the canvas of my vision
How dark their eyes are
The neon lights are more than just blinking here