The Recipient Mindset

We're born to cry and whine.
Grow to demand and serve.
Live to acquire and consume
and die to receive a heavenly end

and everything imaginable
fits neatly inside
the recipient mindset.

Weird Chocolate Dream

What a weird dream
I dream of toblerone
but I wasn't eating it.
Instead using its wrapper
to answer a school quiz
 
There in the questionnaire
just written some persons' names
of heros and political figures.
 
So started writing in the chocolate wrapper
skipping some questions
and not bothered to answer some that I don't know.
wrap the wrapper back to the chocolate
as I searched for my toblerone
from the piles of chocolates
on the instructor's desk
I was not able to find it again.
I don't know what to fill on the blank,
whether to describe the person
or put their date of birth
and submitted it to the instructor
 
I'm about to leave the room
but turned back to the instructor
and asked what should be the answer to those
blanks to be filled beside the names.
then I woke up from my slumber
what a weird chocolate dream

The Zombie Song

The assassin nation , cheers another death
overwhelmingly , while the real enemy
seeks another ploy , to set it's sights on

and the zombie song, goes on and on
about freedom, justice, god and his son
who says to us now, blessed is the gun
and bless the killers, we put our hopes on

and the zombie song, just goes on and on,
death and more death, the procession is long,
the brain eating chorus, death rattles it's song
then devours itself, when the prey is gone

but the zombie song, still goes on
and on and on and on.

Death of my Childhood Place

I miss the place so much
where I could climb trees
ate star apples and green mangoes
from fruit trees near our house                
 
bath in the river
made a raft
out from banana or bamboo trunk
go boating with my brother
and enjoyed swimming in the river
 
Where we made a makeshift dam
got some catfish
or played  with the tadpoles
and shooed away the frogs
 
and on rainy day
played with my childhood friend
creating pots and anything from the mud
forming clay vases and figurines
and enjoy the drizzles of the rain
 
But father sold the place
and we moved to an urban zone
where trees don't bear fruits
and fruits are not on trees but on groceries.
and clays are beneath the cemented road
and during rainy days
people will not go out
and everyone seems so busy on
their business and their job
 
so in grief of my childhood place
and gone with it is my childhood stage