The DRAKA & Me

in the roman colosseum, gladiators were ready
intellectual warfare, between the DRAKA & me
technically backward, had to zoom in to see
effect of the food & stung by the boredom bee

the DRA(KA)CONIAN fight, classical & bookish to the core
had an attitude, not in proportion to its mental store
shaking the belief, of what little has been accumulated
back to square one, how i wish the DRAKA was substituted

tried to analyse, both fundamental & technical
its so difficult, forgot to bring the example
bands & bounce, explaining the random charts
not remotely stimulating, even in fits & starts

this is the beast that I elected, an intolerable one
if this was inception, cudhave shot myself with a gun
cant even complain, as it is the head & the chair
paid a lumpsum for this, do you think this is fair?

The Fall of the Master

weathered a storm, didnt see one more

time was nine, questioning the friendship core

a team of eight, in our favourite bike

the dragon awaits, golden & hidden alike

settled in a circle, beneath the flyover's light

screamed out 'cheers', not knowing its might

out to work, the chilly cheese & chilled out beer

two gulps down, message over & out, it was loud & clear

laughed out loud, like a filmy villain

not in gmail chat, bloody! this was real fun

kept poking me, with unwanted questions

recording it, for future handy reference

a kiddish thief, the question of my plate

a telephone call, about the friday's date

the sponsors scheme, of love & lust

what to say, another one bites the dust

The Paradoxical Complement

I'm a puppet, u hold my thread, not in sesame street

i'm so sick, u are my pill, not in the doctor's beat

i'm the song, u are the words, not in a rhythmic tune

i'm the thirst, u are the fluid, not in a sandy dune

i'm the tree, u are the breeze, not in a sultry noon

i'm a game, u are a kid, not in April, May or June

i'm the comma, u are the meaning, not in a single sentence

i'm the speech, u are the freedom, not in a state of independence

i'm a bird, u are the wings, not in the open sky

i'm the need, u are the goods, not in a place nearby

i'm the question, u are the answer, not in an exam paper

i'm the body, u are my soul, just dont leave me now or never

My Midnight Moon

a couple of generations separate us
i know, i might easily miss the bus
doesnt disappear, the face & the smile
hear my beat, even from a mile

an hour with you, hope(it) never ends
tried to be rude, would like to make amends
that wasnt me, if only u would believe
gimme a chance, this tension should relieve

didnt like it with the wall, used to hate the name
cometh the hour, now i know not all not same
acknowledge that i exist or just even reflect
would jump in joy, as in a bullwhip effect

sitting in class, i'm nobody i know
thinking of her, feel covered by snow
will i meet her, anytime soon?
i dont know, where is my midnight moon?