Friday, 20 March 2015

Nobody Knows

I have spent more than two years in a therapeutic daycare centre for human beings who are mentally afflicted and emotionally disturbed but, for the life of me, I cannot even fathom the causes and consequences that afflict them. I try to understand but I fail miserably. All I see are brave attempts to get the remnants of life together, an attempt to stitch a badly assembled tapestry of emotions. This is my attempt at understanding that tapestry! 

NOBODY KNOWS
(Anthem for the mentally afflicted)

They say my own demons I must slay,
But I still can hear the sad music play,
The morning sun burns, is it already day?
May I lie here forgotten if I may?

I asked if it is day because the drawn curtains
Let in a sliver of irritatingly cheerful sunlight,
I cannot escape from dark night's lonesome journey,
The lions are gathering for the gladiators' tourney!

Let me lie here, let me lie here, forever still,
As flies buzz over the carcass of yesterday's dream,
It may sound like some mundane routine drill,
Nobody knows, nobody hears my silent scream!

But tomorrow I will rise in the early morn,
Stare at the sun, like a rooster, greet the dawn,
You will find me bright, shiny and brand-new,
Like a flower with a drop of early morning dew!

You give me the sour, vinegary emotion of hope,
You say I must accept, I must relentlessly cope,
You say you can imagine, you know exactly how I feel,
Your misplaced sense of empathy, I must not steal!

But nobody knows of weights that anchor me to my bed,
The days when my body is leaden with molten dread,
I stay here, my safe haven, my harbour, my bay,
Where I can listen to what the sinister voices say!

I want to set a course from this sheltered quay,
Sail away into unknown waters, uncharted seas,
Navigate in city traffic chaos, hang from local trains,
Ordinary living, ordinary death as ordinary life drains !

Nobody knows, nobody sees the scars I carry,
Go on, ignorant fool, you must not tarry,
Just laugh in your sleeve at this wretched soul,
With your stigma, you push me further down this deep, dark hole!

Antonio

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Twilight and Ill Winds

As we begin a new year, looking back at 2014, some events cheered and some events saddened us but none more than the slaughter of little children in Peshawar! One can only shake one's head and hope that better sense prevails in 2015!

Twilight and Ill Winds

Shlok got a new bike this Christmas; waiting round the clock,
Jaden is the fastest kid on training wheels on the block,
Kunal does give him a run for his money, squealing as he rides by,
As Sheldon spills over on his roller skates and rises with a sigh!

Their joyous shouts mingle with the squawking parrots,
As the crows close their agenda and adjourn their conference,
The setting sun, blesses their brows with its golden glow,
As it kisses the day goodbye with a promise tomorrow to show!

In the distant police camp, a lone bugler signs the last post,
A reminder that civilised law must prevail from coast to coast,
Of this life's labours and travails we must extract the most,
So that the preservation of human life is no idle boast!

While those merry sounds enchant and warm our souls,
On our neighbours' forlorn windswept range,
Those tinkling voices are stilled as they lie in cold holes,
Unwilling inheritors of the ill winds of dubious change!

Antonio

Sunday, 23 November 2014

A Tale of Two Binks

A TALE OF TWO BINKS


(This poem is a my take on the Jiyo Parsi Scheme! For the uninitiated and those living abroad, this scheme is Government-sponsored and is a brave attempt to increase the Parsi headcount! just thought I'd get a little current after my alcohol-infused past life! All players in this poem are purely fictional and figments of my imagination and any reference to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental  Friends, who know, know who this is addressed to.) 

The fun committee was in a vexing quandary,
A notification had been sent to all and sundry,
Find Parsi mates for your Parsi friends,
To kickstart this campaign and set new trends!

This set them thinking, they had two friends named Binks,
Attractive little ladies after you straighten out the kinks,
The need was urgent, they had to find some strong links,
Before the sun, on the western horizon, sinks!

Now the committee had a gujju and catlick,
Who looked at the crop to make their pick,
Gujju decided that purpose would best be served,
With a union of akoori, jalebi and fafda curved!

"Can you imagine?" the catlick cried,
It won't work even if the gujju tried,
That diet will bring long-term colicky pain,
No flatulent half-Parsis, pure is the new main!

We must search high and not too low,
'Tis time to go and let wild oats sow,
All those bank cashiers have passed on long,
To realms unknown with no dance and song!

Be not soft and gentle, girls, be bold and loud,
You must be part of this Great Indian Crowd,
You must contribute to the nation's population,
By indulging in generous and copious copulation!

Come out, girls, it's not too late,
Sooner or later you have to mate,
Preserve the pure line at any rate,
No matter if appetites do not sate!

Antonio

Saturday, 15 November 2014

The Last Word


THE LAST WORD

Do you love me?

Yes.

Why do you love me?

Because.....

Is it because of my brown eyes?

Uh-huh....

Is it because of my translucent skin?

Mm mm...

Is it my long silky hair that attracts you?

Well....

You are not paying any attention to what I am saying!

Will you pay attention to what I am about to say?

I hate when you get all professorial!

Whatever, but when I am with you, love happens!

I hate when you go all existential on me!

Well, the greatest truths are simple but we choose to complicate them! Why?

There you go again....



Antonio

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

Ode to Alcohol - The Prohibition Years


Ode to Alcohol - The Prohibition Years
(dedicated to Cedric & Mario who turned 18+18+18+6 and Freddy who turned 60, twenty years ago. He was always ahead of his time! By way of disclaimer, all references to persons, living or dead, is purely intentional. Well, we have passed a milestone, let's take a look at the beginnings)

There's no time for anger or long pause in fears,
No time for envy or pride or glycerine tears,
Milestones are swift images seen through a speeding window,
Do not lie low or go slow when alcohol is in full flow!

Alcohol was the answer and covered it all,
The orgasmic peak and the ultimate fall,
As we ride life's roller-coaster, milestones roll by,
And nervous old ladies look at us and sigh!

It all began in a dimly-lit Prohibition-era speakeasy,
Modern-day drinkers would flinch with stomachs queasy,
Dickensian characters, lovable clowns, suspect hooch,
Even after two sips, you dare not give your girl a smooch!

Old aunties, older bartenders, even pretty ones thrown in,
Twilight people living in the glow of streetlight fringe,
Only the faint-hearted would shrink back and cringe,
Welcome one, welcome all to these dens of inequity and sin!

Only a few are chosen, so we were outraged when we saw them there,
Cedric and I looked at each and exclaimed, "How can they dare?",
As older brothers we had to prove a point
So we threw Bob and Bossy out of the joint!

Erotic paintings on the ceiling, linoleum on the floor,
Leave your feelings and shoes outside the door,
In the end, it is difficult your footwear to spy,
While the old ganglord, upon you, casts a mirthful eye!

Then there was Fred, they called him Wrong Said Fred,
He loved his hooch but approached the den with dread,
For Big Brother Tommy would be lurking with one eye on glass
And the other eye trained on Auntie's comely little lass!

One named Mario, to temptation did not succumb,
He preferred to play life by rule of thumb,
But in his home, he stocks nothing but the best,
So we visit to check if his single malts have passed time's test!

Out of such humble beginnings, do habits grow,
And for all one's achievements no prizes to show,
No grandstand, no stage, no Prize Nobel,
This is as far I will go with kiss and tell!

Antonio

Monday, 15 September 2014

Diabetic Diatribe

DIABETIC DIATRIBE

The doctor said your blood sugar is high,
The result of too much life, too sweet,
The result of too much chocolate on the sly
It's high time you stopped that tasty treat

When did this happen? How long will it last?
You must take a test after fifteen hours' fast
Blood has to be drawn at least three times
And you have to sit and listen as the clock chimes

They served up two glasses of water and glucose
That almost drove me to a state close to comatose
I winced and groaned much to the attendant's delight
I silently cursed him but I was wrong, in hindsight

Then, they drew blood for the first time!

A cup of tea, I inquired of the nurse, entertaining a futile notion,
She chuckled presumably at the absurdity of such an ambition,
In the manner of her profession, she adopted a matronly pose,
And banished me to the benches to await the next dose!

Bollywood actor on TV screen resembled a giant hamburger
The car he was driving looked like a mayo chicken sandwich
The attendants were deep-fried sweet potato chips
And the receptionists were giant tubs of savoury dips!

Then, they drew blood for the second time!

Sabudana vadas in hollandaise sauce, hot coffee with little cream swirls
Eggs Benedict with green chutney, mind in turmoil and in frantic whirls
Scrambled eggs topped with Parmesan, fresh toasted bread with loads of butter
All these visions are making me catatonic and they stare as I mutter!

Then they drew blood for the third time!  And I rushed home!

Blueberry muffins and creamy cheese pies were making me swoon
Sliced onions, freshly squeezed lime, Mughlai kheema with hard-crusted brun
Sat down to breakfast and could not eat, dreams and life, no similarity
Sometimes sweet, magical fantasy is far better that cold, hard reality!

Antonio

Sunday, 15 June 2014

DIET Ctrl Alt Del

An ode to old friends, who unlike old single malts, never ever never mature with age.
Expect more of these old drinking shanties!!
 
 
DIET CTRL ALT DEL

 
Brother Bosco studied the menu, proceeded to order healthy,

He felt that nutritious food would make us wise and wealthy.

Cedric was aghast, apoplectic, his brain entertained a clot,

Indignantly he enquired if the good brother had lost the plot!

 

The venerable old boys gathered with pregnant anticipation,

Tonight they sing, wine and dine without adult supervision,

Eat this, don’t eat that, drink this, don’t drink that,

Tonight is theirs, no matrons to put them on the mat!

 

So no steamed momos, we kick off with all things fried,

Flax seeds, oats, pastas, salads we have tested and tried,

Fried chicken, roast pork, sausages, three plates of French fries,

And keep them coming, never mind if the big fat chef cries!

 

They declared that this was the year of living dangerously,

As for no rhyme or reason, Derrick giggled incessantly.

Four whiskies, please, and soda and keep four more standing,

Tonight, they fly high, seeking rocky and unsafe landing!

 

They say that red wine is recommended as highly anti-oxidant,

But tonight, mention it and your whiskey will have an accident.

One more round at Wonton’s, then ready for monosodium-glutamate

Mixed with salt, fried noodles, more meat, their appetite to satiate!

 

They were not finished yet, time for the sweetest coffee Turkish,

To set the pancreas screaming, blood vessels shrieking, liver skittish,

Artery walls closing in, stay still, heart, overworked pump station,

They were doing it for themselves and not for divine uncreation!

 

As all things, the glorious night ended on a welcome high

Maybe tomorrow, vital organs will break down and sigh

Hung-over, they will curse and demand alcohol stay out of sight

But then again, as the good book says, tomorrow is another night!

 

Antonio