Chota Shakespeare

1 April 2011

Blindfolded.

To The Capitalists, Socialists, Anarchists, Dictators and other members of the Illuminati.

Song : Dustbowl Dance by Mumford and Sons.

People are dying.
I have a World Cup Match to watch.
People are homeless.
Gurgaon or Noida or Gk-II, for my Part 2?
People are hungry.
Chinese or Italian or Thai?
People are illiterate.
I have to finish a Blog Post.

People are voting.
People are losing.
People are blind.
Hail Democracy.
May We Rest in Peace.

Money, Money, Money.
Money is all we got.
Money is all we want.
Fuck you.
Money, Money, Money.

2012, I hope we die.
I don't help you, you don't help me.
Life is shit--No Love or Care.
Auf Weidersehn, is all I have left to say.

No Utopia, No Earth-2.
No Technology, No Intelligence.
No Change, Just Limbo.
Blame You or Me?
Or His Will?
Or Perhaps Your Own.

Not a Funny April Fools Joke, eh?

19 March 2011

His Cursed Blessing.

I wrote this when I was in Class 11. Africa Week in School. Our House was assgined Madagascar as country. Here Goes :

Born in a family of six illiterates,
I am Radama the youngest.
They say this is Eden in disguise,
But the youth seems to argue.

It's due to your fancy, My Lord,
For what Madagascar is today-
Poor, Miserable, Underdeveloped and
Lost somewhere in the quest for modernization.

What Flora is this Lord,
Has to be slashed & burnt for food?
What fauna is this I ask You,
Has to be sold for mere pennies.

I don't want snow-peaked mountains,
But sky-hugging structures.
I don't want birds from paradise,
But wish to fly with the iron vulture.

This is not my voice, My Lord,
It's the solidarity of Our Youth.
We don't crave for a green environment,
But for the greatest development.

I am not ashamed to say this,
But if I were to be born again,
It's my plea to you Lord,
Let it not be this Hellish Paradise.