THE HUNTER

tick tack toe - going high, going low
with a bow and an arrow
with an eye keen to know
its prey.

prey doesn't know,
that a bow
that an arrow
will mow
the heart in hart
the prey is smart.

predator
no matter
whether or not
prey does rot
in a great tension.
predator's attention
pointed at a mention
of the smart prey.

When the sky is grey
come what may
hunter's prey
is the game.
none to blame
at all.

no story
happy or gory
Not to worry
fate jittery -
Prey lies.

shame shame!
None to blame
hunter's prey.
hunter's gay
trophy in trey
on display.

Do not hate
let's celebrate
the good fate
of our mate

at least
in gist
she leads to feast.

Good deeds

My ma said someone keeps a record of one's good deeds
My ma said these good deeds free one from bondage
My ma said I must do some good deeds

I believed my ma.

I found chains all around me
shackles all over me.
I was born with chains.
I was born with shackles.

I remembered my ma
I tried believing I lacked in good deeds.

I remember all the drops of tear from ma's eyes
every time she was beaten up.
I remember every drop of blood
black rings around her eyes
a broken finger in her left hand.

I asked her - had she not any good deed to her credit?
she kept mum.

I don't ask such questions anymore.
I try to believe i'm a body
a body that should give pleasure
that should bear child
but should not ache when beaten up black and blue
and definitely should not bleed.

this is our good deed
that is recorded -
that is applauded -
that is encouraged.

anything else is a bad deed
a cry loud
a protest aloud
an undesirable refusal to sex.

all good deeds are recorded
all bad deeds are recorded.

one must be punished for the bad deed.
good deeds are norms
no prize for good deeds.

I count my bad deeds.

Time passes so quickly. All our todays become yesterdays without any effort and part of our memory. Or may be not. Its amazing. the "effortless journey"

"The horror of the effortless journey, to the empty land
which is no land, only emptiness, absence, the Void,"
Murder in the Cathedral. Part II, line 295 - 296, Longman.

Birth effortless, journey effortless ending in an effortless death. Does it sound negative? Well it takes a lot of effort to be alive. Can mere breathing be called a state of being alive? I'm searching for an answer.