square moot

insecurity is the root of greatness

creativity is often accompanied by pain

curiosity is the key to passion

thunder does not always imply rain

serendipity is the way to discovery

cliches are what are used to impress

shallow is the spin all around you

perseverance is the path to success

empires are built on corpses


homes are built on dreams deep

corpses are dead men who do not dream

to dream we must occasionally sleep

treachery is part of relationships

lies is a subset of life

politeness is what keeps our shit together

disagreements can led to strife

friendship can make the sun shine brighter

love can make you and me blind

exercise because the body is a machine

read because that is food for the mind

logic is the way to solve

reason is the way to overcome

luck is just probabilistic randomness

experiences can sometimes leave us numb

you can waste your life drawing boundaries

you can live your life crossing  them

you can waste your time thinking on my lines

you can pause and think ahem



This poem is deleted

This poem is now being deleted

The havoc it created is condoned

The people it jolted are apologized to

The fans it disappointed are mollified too

This poem was too harsh and too sad

Poetically the artist touched new depths of bad

Befittingly the poem is consigned to an early grave

Where do dead poems go? We really dont know

Rest assured there will  be more poems to come

The artist is helpless and circumstances have made him numb

Poetry is the last refuge of the morbidly sad

Even at the risk of an occasional poem being bad


The Housewife of Kabul

the housewife of kabul is a metaphor

for things best left out the door

if when invited to a house for curry

dont mix metaphors in such a hurry

the housewife of kabul is a pretty mystery

we have no clue how real if at all is her misery

maybe things in retrospect are not so bad

maybe we should introspect and be not sad

the housewife of knoxville now that one is different

she wont be stand that bullshit with such patience

to her you must be nice and kind

if at all you must remain within her mind

housewives from kabul to knoxville


and snatch the TV remote

life aint perfect

life is not perfect but it is still pretty

even when friends stab you accidentally

even when loved ones leave you and go

even when the pace of success goes slow

life is not prefect but can still be wonderful

even when your cup of woe spills after being full

even when sadness surrounds you with blue

even when you run out of friends to hug you

life is not perfect but it was never meant to be

because the spice of life depends on variety

because new people will come and surround you with love

because you will showered again with blessings from above