Maruti Naik

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long ago
rape and murders foul
justice was done
or so we thought
then the two headed ghoul
of twisted imagination
stood on the ramparts
made another promise
covering fire
for a remission

the eleven came out
serenaded and hailed
but those garlands
failed to mask the stench
of decayed souls
families claimed
empty shells
which long ceased
to be human
just breathing
just being
without feeling

no 50 word edits
the balancer also failed
to speak up
or to chide
like always
they chose to hide

the flag lifeless
there is no wind
not even a slight breeze
just pouring rain

i wish
nature curses those eleven
with nightmares
burning screams
shadows that haunt
and clocks that chant
when their time is
dusted & done
the child they killed
should wait at the gates
& beseech the book keeper
to justify please
the words
divine justice

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flag no buy
get no ration
this the state
of our nation

time tragic
economy slack
make no magic
wear no black

flaring nostrils
different stuff
the chinese know
have called his bluff

imaginary friend
imaginary degree
imagination running riot
peacocks strangely quiet

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Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

the moon
bracketed
by the roofs
of the two chawls
opposite mine
kept me company
every night
a different shape
a different size
as i studied in
my verandah

then there was that
night
when i had just
the streetlight
to chat with

the people around
were quite nice
tea would appear
sometimes a biscuit
(usually just after salaries came in)
some would light up
a mosquito repellant
yet someone
would simply smile
raise a hand in blessing
and walk past
even the drunks
would tip toe past
quietly

these days
i seldom see the moon
while i blame the
concrete kissers of the sky
and accuse them
of appropriating my friend
truth is
now
i seek comfort
in chains i chose
truth is
now
i have stopped
looking up

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the ink
they put on our finger
dries up so quick

the pride we feel
doing our bit
fades out so quick

the selfies
we take
lose meaning so quick

auctions and threats
eclipse the festival of democracy

helpless we watch
vultures circling
they are quick to spot a corpse

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the babas you cheer
the dadas you hail
their clever words
and liberal facade
betray eventually

your respect finally
ground to dust
for them just a step
to their summit of arrogance

when the mask falls off
& you still submit
then the jokes on you

hold them
to a higher standard
make your respect expensive
let them earn it

stop clapping
stop praising
unfollow bigots
cut off their oxygen

no one became big ever
playing to empty halls

choose wisely

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hunger can be forged
into protest
stout hearts
can bring down
folks perched on a throne

no prosthetic available
for a compromised soul
it just decays
rots
stinks
and sinks
into an abyss
seeking hate
camouflaged as
a blanket warm

the cold heart
seeks refuge
pretends to sleep

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praise him
hail him
there is no limit
you can do so
to the sky
and moon beyond

the metre
the grammar
unimportant
its all music to our master
his appetite insatiable
praise the fodder
needed to feed his insecurity
his raison d’être

criticise
of course
you must
we need to maintain
that facade of democracy
but then you have to do so
using words we vet
and phrases we provide

our souls may be dead
but you see
our ears still turn red
in moments unguarded
shame rises like bile

today
its your words
we dictate
tomorrow
it will be
your actions
your thoughts
your very being
your very existence

slaves to our whims
a feverish dance
no matter the tune

oh wait
aren’t you already there
isn’t the future already here
is this what you wanted
….ENJOY

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Maruti Naik

Maruti Naik

I write to remember. I write to remain honest. I write to leave a bread crumb trail for my daughter. I write to relax. Trying to impress my better half, I write