Crazyfinger

Dear India, Dear Friend

Dear India, Dear Friend
At last the time has come
For me to take you in my arms

So handsome, so beautiful
So chikna am I

Here my sweet one
Drink this Glue
So thick, so good
A Hindu Glue
A Muslim Glue
We are Hindus and Muslims First
Cops and Security Second

Don't let them confuse you
With calls to action
Don't let them break you
With urges for clarity
It is what it is
So why...?  Unnecessary...!

Remember your Tradition
Of Argumentation
Let the dull comfort
Of darkness
Come unto you
Unto your heart,
Unto your soul

Here you are
Let me take you in
Putting in the squeeze
How sweet it is
To make love
Like animals...ANIMALS...!
 
How bright are our children
The tin box sloshers
The hustlers of MSM
See how proud they make us
Basking in the silver lining
Of Death's shadow
So proudly recording the kindness
Bestowed on their wallets
By hotel staff 

And the twitterers, our cartoon children
Who twitted their thumbs out
Proving once again,
How final is the love between us
How narrow is our vision

There now
Sleep
My elephant friend
Hush...!
The Dragon is
Still far and behind

A Missive to Miss M.

Do you know how many ways I miss you?

Your quiet ways
Make me want to stay near you

Your beautiful smile
Lets me be away, calming my heart

Your firm, questioning eyes
Your kindness, love
And your patience
Make me sigh deeply
Filling my lungs with sure air

Our love is like
Our unfinished conversation
At that Japanese place

Never enough
Always insufficient
And then it is the time for
The last train
That takes you home
That leaves me saying to myself

That you are the one
"Yes," you are the one