Big Bad Wolf

I try to tell stories to this girl
whose eyes sparkle and who can’t sit still
who wants to fly, who believes in magic,
but the big bad wolf always blows the house down

little miss red riding hood
is not allowed to leave her house
the forest is blood, the wolf is blood
the wolf is a human in cheap disguise

all these wolves
hanging by the door of the local train
wearing grandmother costumes
wearing their faces

hiding in plain sight
arguing over the blood like the drops are ipl teams
amma always says when you point your fingers at somebody
four are pointing right back at you

I’m sorry little miss red riding hood
if I’m not the wolf I’m the forest
we bleed the same blood anyway
I’m sorry
but the big bad wolf has blown the house down


Humans? Eww.

Why do we call animals ‘beasts’

A derogatory term for the simple minded ones

Why is ‘humane’ a positive attribute

That we tell our children to strive for.

When humans are the lechers, the unjust fuckers

Humans are the hypocrites, spiteful and vengeant.

Selfish, power hungry, greedy, money-eyed bastards.

We have reached that end point of the civilisation

Where eight year olds are raped- eight fucking years

The time a kid is supposed to spend playing in the mud

When school is supposed to be fun and games

When life is carefree and innocent.

The purity of childhood tainted.

Eight year olds are raped and what’s being done?

Politicians are playing blame games.

Candle-lit marches have begun.

And each time you try to track some news down

Turns out more and more of the bigwigs are involved.

Our lawmakers are sold. Their opposition is playing gimmicks.

Murders are roaming the streets safe and sound.

Apparently superstardom paves your way out of penance

For the crimes you commit- even if it was murder.

Journalists doesn’t report the news anymore

Most of it is propaganda and no one can be believed.

News is being told to us with intent to brainwash.

And when the injustice is piling up in one corner

We are settled in our ignorance of the crimes

Which so so many people are trying to cover.

I want to believe in karma, that you pay for your sins

I want to believe that there is a God out there

Who will fuck you up like you fucked others

But can an atheist comfort herself so?

It’s time to bang our heads against a wall

And admit that the country has really gone to the dogs.

Except if it had really gone to the dogs, my oh my

The world would have been peaceful, and happy and fun.



I hereby announce that the word ‘human’ is a swear word

Oxford dictionary- you must add this in your next edition

human- verb- a despicable act of unkindness, extreme apathy with sociopathic tendencies. Eg- politics brings out the worst in everyone, it shows how human everyone really is. 



You’re gone so far away, and each year you fade more and more into the foggy corners of my memory.

And my brain teaches me to remember the happier you, when your eyes used to shine.

When you used to sing with such delight like the song has infiltrated your very soul and you cannot bear to hold it in.

But in sleep your pain comes through as if telling me that all was not for vain.

That you are better off as a pile of ashes drifting away like dust.

And that song with your soul in it, becomes you- vibrations in the air melting together as a harmony.

The world is damping you with passing time, and very soon you will not be heard anymore.

On death

And the last thing I ever wanted

Was for you to go through what I did

I want to wrap you in walls of love

With patronuses on patrol duty

Seasons of spring and rain and sun

And all that you love, everything fun.


If I could I would hide every kind of pain

And mute all those bloody loud sirens

And fill your ears with songs of beauty

Till you tire of smiling, tire of being happy.

I wish I could make you feel less helpless

I wish I could tell you to not lose hope

That fairytales were true, with some faith

And the good God above is benevolent.


I can do nothing for you, but love you

While you face the fire that is these times

I can handle your thoughts in the aftermath

And give you every ounce of strength I’ve got.


I wish it were easier

For me to sink in

Into your thoughts

And scream you to sense

I wish you cared

As much as I do

And much wasn’t lost

In bouts of indifference


I wish I could end

This hurt you are in

And put everything back

To the places they belong

But no logic pervades

This universe of pain

You lock yourself in

Blocking all barring none.


Will everything ever be

The peaceful way it was

Will I ever smile with you

Laughing at the same things

Singing the same songs

Will you ever trust like you did

Like the world didn’t break you

Into infinite pieces of dust.

On friendships

Sometimes it is the loneliness of this existence

That drives me to the brink of a depression so potent

And yet sometimes it is the multitude of humanity

That screams into my mind, an endless cacophony.


It seems my biggest struggle has been and will be,

The ‘managing’ of the people I love in my life.

To diplomatically push them away when I crave solitude

And emphatically drag them to me when I’m lonely.


It is a miracle to me how people put up with this shit

What love means to them, whether they ever doubt it.

I wonder if they believe I am selfish

I wonder if they wonder if I am worth it.


I count my blessings for the few friendships I have

Those of mighty perseverance, extraordinary grit

Those with the patience to deal with my rubbish

What makes you stay, I do not know

But I will always be grateful for it.