The Kiss of Death

The kiss of Death is sure to be enticing
Filling up confused humans
With powerful orgasms
As to cause them
A change of existence!

For that kiss have I been waiting for
Dreaming and fantasising about it
As would a princess totally
In love with its charms,
Wanting to feel the comfort
Of the freedom that lies
Between its arms,
As if,
It were the prince capable
Of saving me from my own shadows!

Death, made to look ugly
And gruesome,
Reveals himself as a handsome
Young man with unruly hair
And shiny eyes
Easily seducing me
With his charismatic smile
And the depth of his longing for me!

Contrarily to humans, shall he say to me
I'll fight for you
I'll grope you and pull you
Closer and closer to me
In a tight bond of amorous submission
You belong to me!

Then he'll drown me with his kiss
And I'll succumb to him
Through a rebirth in another
Unwanted existence on Earth,
Yearning for when my soul
Would, once more,
Feel the orgasmic euphoria
Of being lost in his essence!


I cannot pretend, that
I am not seeing television
The screen of which is switched off
I could see the reflections
of my ceiling fan revolving, mapping
its shadow on the opposite muted walls

These news, these shop operas
Don’t hold me dear
I am not talking about George Floyd, or
of a pregnant elephant gulping pineapple crackers within
I am my own “I can’t breath”;
I am my own dead trumpet

I have my own friendship
“Friendship with none”
I am the cast away man
Running after my own reflection.
Hold me a nonentity
Balkanization of my thoughts

A Very Special World

It is our special world
Wow, the first throw! Awesome
First step…I feel the tears.
First word …, a treat is due.
First unbuttoning, a hug for sure.
Hey! Your son can’t tie laces at eight!
So what, he can wear them by his own at least
“Mumma can I hug you?”
Was all he said.And I share it with the world..
People may think, I am crazy..
When I share everything that he does.
But that’s our special world.
We know how to celebrate every little success.

Years later,the things have not changed much.
It is just that,we have exchanged our places.
My trembling hands are held in his firm hands.
I ask for a hug and I get it too.
He shares my achievements on his Insta posts,
And often he treats me to sumptuous toasts.

I live for him and he lives for me,
And holding hands,We cross troubles and their far-stretched sea.

Be the Ruler of Your Kingdom

Be the ruler of your kingdom’s space
While running life’s continuous race.
Ever and anon breathe into it freshness,
To be away from lethargy or restlessness.

Bring freshness physically,
Always exercising regularly,
Stretching, to activate dormant energy,
To release new vigour constantly.

To boost yourself mentally,
Resort to stimulating activity,
Like reading, painting, poetry writing,
Or playing with your best friend or sibling.

Enrich yourself spiritually,
With the cream of knowledge on spirituality,
Getting deeper into the essence of life
To get rid of incessant strife.

Uplift yourself emotionally,
Commune with Nature’s exuberant beauty,
To stimulate your stamina,
And enhance your persona.

Gowli Shasthram (Lizard Science)

The Lizard Science of Prediction – a short story based on TSL’s Pandorathon prompt given by Santosh Bakaya May 30th.

A light romp of a story in Indian English.

Part 1

In the Puranas we were considered to be something big. There had once been a time when we ruled the earth as dinosaurs, as you all know, but we had dwindled away to being amongst the smallest creatures on earth more or less, lucky that even a few of us had survived. We were decimated by a meteor. We were given obnoxious names like Freddy in places like the UK but in my house, the humans just called me Gowli. I always had a view from the top as I lived on the ceiling and they lived down there, as the inferior beings they were. They said it belonged to them and I would go “tmirk tmrik tmirk” and the foolish things would think I was seconding them, and go “sathyam, sathyam, sathyam” (truth, truth, truth), when I was actually laughing at them.

There were only two occupants there – a Lizzie (yes, laugh) and her husband whose name was Peter or John or some such equally funny name. Lizzie was horribly attractive, I was probably her lover in her past life or mine; but the problem was in this one she was terribly afraid of lizards. Here was I madly in love with her and peeking down her blouse every chance I got, from above, and there was she going Eek and Screech, and making other ungainly sounds, and doing strange calisthenics with her body every time she saw me, especially in the bathroom, which only made her more attractive to me.

They had a whole lot of beliefs about us which was helpful to me. They believed if I fell on her right cheek she would be widowed. So I did that one day. Apart from almost getting me killed, by A Hefty Swipe from her to free herself of me, that threw me twelve feet across the room to the floor with a thud leaving me immobilized for an hour, nothing happened to her Peter, or John. The karmic-bond husband was the one who would get killed, probably. And that was, probably: Poor Me!

Now, fortunately, due to some ill-luck in his office, Peter, wanting an upswing in FORTUNES, turned to gowli shasthram (the lizard science of prediction). Since they considered me a necessary nuisance in their dwelling, they now turned to me for ways to make it good.

“സ്ത്രീയുടെ ശിരസ്സില്‍ ഗൗളി പതിക്കുന്നത് ഐശ്വര്യമാണ്…. “
(If a lizard touches a woman’s body it is auspicious.)

“സ്ത്രീയുടെ വലത് ചെവിയിൽ സ്പർശിച്ചാൽ ദീർഘായുസ്സും ഫലം. ഇടതുചെവിയിൽ സ്വർണ്ണലാഭം, ധനലാഭം,…”
(If it touches her right ear long life for her follows and if the left ear gold profit, wealth profit…)

“രണ്ടു തോളിലും വീണാൽ ഭർത്തൃസുഖം, സുഖാനുഭവങ്ങൾ, …”
(If it falls on both shoulders pleasure from/for husband and other pleasures follow.)

“കൈയുടെ പുറത്ത് വിരലിൽ വീഴുന്നത് ആഭരണലാഭത്തെ സൂചിപ്പിക്കുന്നു.”
(If it falls on the finger it will bring ornaments.)

“കാൽവിരലിൽ ഗൗളി സ്പര്‍ശമുണ്ടായാൽ സന്താനലാഭവും ധനലാഭവും…”
(If it touches the toe of any foot you will get security for your wealth and/or your children’s.)

Excited by reading all this Peter, or John, decided the only way to become well off in life, and lucky, was to make Lizzie and I become fast friends. The only problem was that while I was eager to touch her on all parts of her body, being a white lizard with spots, the kind they considered a Brahmin lizard (!!!!!!!), such fools these mortals be, Lizzie was mortally afraid of me. There was also a matter of the right day, and time, in gowli shastram. It is all fucking complicated and crazy, let me tell you!

Peter got more and more lost in studying these matters and praying to all the gods that I would fall all over Lizzie in all the right places. He was slowly going mad, seeing me run overhead, seeing her move around underneath, and seeing no congress happening immediately, or over several days, to change his luck. Never saw a husband before so eager for infidelity.

Finally, in desperation, he got some sleeping powder and mixed it in her drink. Nowhere was it said that the lizard was meant to fall on her head voluntarily, though it was understood. His plan was to catch me while she slept and make me touch her wherever he wanted.

He called her to the dining table one night and said, “Lizzie, drink this orange juice I made just for you.”
“You? Made Orange Juice? For Me?!!!!!” Lizzie was flabbergasted.
“Tmirk Tmrik Tmirk”, I went, overhead.
“He’s just jealous”, she told Peter, offhand, with no rhyme and reason. Peter looked bemused
“You shut up, you Gowli”, said Lizzie, looking up.
She simpered at Peter and said, “Thanks, darling”. How obnoxious!
Five minutes later she was out cold. He put her on their bed and came looking for me.
Then Peter climbed up on chairs and tables trying to catch me. I gave him a merry chase. A run for his money. Just for the heck of it.

All night long.

Part II

Lizzie woke up with a sudden start. Why was Peter shouting in the morning? She had a headache and could not fathom why but she went to look in the dining room.

“How dare you !!!!” His words rolled out spasmodically, eyes riveted on a tailless lizard hanging from the ceiling. Gowli’s tail was in his hand, and Peter was at his wit’s end. Gowli looked at her, and Lizzie could have sworn it tmirked timrked at her, and winked.

References to Gowli Shasthram taken from here:


i longed for the day i know will never come
have you at my side with your body so warm
in my waiting arms to have you in my embrace
as i touch every inch of wrinkles in your face

so close to breathe your every breath, i take
the air that brings life a glow to my very soul
as i let my heart beats the flow of love forsake
i have the part of you within my deepest it role

in each day it’s your image i keep in my longings
to hold you tight and fill in my hearts’ yearnings
the finger touch that you run through my hair
felt so sweet and tender and is without compare

in our heyday as the twilight time seen coming
the coldness of the nearing darkness now blowing
all our days seem like the rainbows in the sky
they appear in full beauty but only to pass us by


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Days are dull, empty

But no so the nights

As the watchman whistles

And strikes the pole thrice.

This way he flashes

That way he lashes

Sometime he smokes and coughs

Sometime he himself laughs.

The field is walled head high

No thief, no raider nearby

So what does he watch?

A palm tree tall, and

Weaver birds’ nests all.

Why do we ask why?

It’s so simple

He is a watchman

And his duty is to watch.

The Quantum of Malice

The Quantum of Malice

Malice was not Alice. She was her evil twin. Malevolent Land was not Wonderland. It was its opposite. Malice loved watching Maleficent. The Disney movie. Malice was basically a bundle of Energy but of the wrong kind, negative, destructive etc.
We know that there is only one way to defeat Malice, Energy gone sour. That is by wrapping it up in Matter and dispersing it through the universe so it no longer has any power, being broken up into a million, discrete particles that can never be assembled together again. The three wizards, Sane Matter, Gray Matter, and Had Matter thus had a wizard’s cohort to decide how to put paid to the budding threat that was Malice and her Malevolent Land where fishes walked on land, birds swam, amphibians flew and animals talked. Everything there was ulta pulta, but with dark energy pulsing through it, or else it would have been fascinating like Wonderland.
Sane Matter said – let me wrap her in my embrace.
Gray Matter said – don’t forget to dissolve her land into the ether.
Had Matter, the most powerful of the three, who had once been Matter but was now anti-matter, said – I can put the finishing touch to the ‘matter’ at hand, but I will then be turned into Mad Hatter.
They destroyed Malice in Malevolent Land but Had Matter became Mad Hatter in the process and now only two wizards are left to guard the earth with Matter, using E=Mc2, from Energy if it runs amok again.

And thus was it put paid to, for the time being, the Tao of Malice.