TEAM ANNA DISBANDED!

IS IAC INDIA AGAINST CORRUPTION
OR IDOITS AGAINST COUNTRY?

              

                  LOVE CURE!

           
   I am lying in a hospital bed,
       In love ward, bed number three
                         They gave me the cure for love
                                    It’s penicillin, my syphilitic love!
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                                1980's                   R Jayachandran

                         LET ME REST IN PEACE

Sometimes when memories poke through the verdigris of mind

you remember me guiltily and try to make amends 
by leaving some flowers to rot on my grave.

Just like you left me here long ago, to rot 
forever in a casket lined with satin white.

Do you know that on cold nights I shiver 
and on sultry ones sweat in this coffin 
in which you have entombed my soul 
along with my dead body?

Why did you have to seal it so tight with memories
that refuse to release me from this world?

I do not blame you for having moved on with your life, 
I understand you have to, there’s no other go!

But now that you have found someone else, 
just leave me alone here in this graveyard 
amongst the weeds of time.

I still love and miss you with all of my heart,
but do not come back ever to refresh my pain.

At least here, in this black hole, let me rest in
peace beneath the surface of time.
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23/04/08                                     R Jayachandran

                     LAJJA

 (a dedication to Ms. Taslima Nasreen)

Sometimes words tumble out of the heart

Like pus from a swollen wound; it is then
That the artist comes out of his closet and
Shouts at the world through his medium
With a clenched fist, bothered no longer
Whether they would stone him to death or
Crucify him for daring to speak unvarnished
Truths; it is then that motives are assigned
Arbitrarily and the moral police step in with
Pointed fingers and the secular government
Of this secular country, where freedom of
Expression is a fundamental right; panics and
Bans creativity and condemns him to undeclared
Confinement in an undisclosed place like they did
To that woman from across the borders who came
To our shores fleeing from the lunatics in her own
Nation and believing in all that bullshit about our
Fundamental rights and our freedom of expression!
JAI HIND!
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10/03/08                                            R Jayachandran

                 INNOCENCE LOST

Lured by mad desire he stood transfixed

Like a cobra’s prey while adolescence froze
To fear at the door step of manhood,
One by one she took off her clothes, in slow
Motion seducing innocence, ruby lips mocking
His virgin fears, she unhooked her bra and
Let loose delicious melons dangling life;
Suddenly, thirsting juice of a forbidden fruit,
His opiated lust threw caution to winds and
Crushed wanton desire between adulterous
Thighs as she thrashed about in the ecstasy
Of another conquest; years later, he still dips
In a thousand Ganges, trying to wash away
Guilt pangs as she seeks to resurrect pleasure
In other men’s arms!
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07/03/08                                     R Jayachandran

DEATH

Each nanosecond draws me slowly but closer
to your arms, sweetheart.

Reluctant, I glide to your treacherous embrace,
drawn to a magnet.

At this life’s journey’s end, where you wait
an ever-patient lover,

I must transcend the borders of my destiny,
meet you and surrender my soul.

Accept the kiss of death,
and account for even obscure misdeeds.

Helpless, a prisoner of my Karma!

                     BRAHMOS

This city of Anantha the snake, rejoiced

as did the rest of the state, the defense
minister, who as the state chief minister
had initiated action for the take over of
the sick, ailing, state PSU by the defense
establishment, proclaimed it as the centre’s
new year gift to the people of his state; while
the ageing chief minister and his party men
called it their victory, claiming it was their
relentless pressure on the centre that produced
the results and the saffron party’s leadership
declared that the credit was theirs since they
started the Russian joint venture to produce
Brahmos while they were in power at centre.

Amid all the claims and counter claims,
for once the people of ‘god’s own country’
too rejoiced with the chest thumping
politicians, despite the corrupt deals and
cracked roads of gaping incompetence and
rising prices and unemployment and sex
scandals involving Tantris and police atrocities
and all the power cuts and water scarcity; they
hoped for missile induced jobs and development.

Acclaimed as India’s pride and Russia’s joy,
the fastest missile in the world in its class,
rupees one thousand crore, promised the
elated defense minister for the new Brahmos
missile factory and the crowd cheered him
on, at the handing over ceremony where a
gloomy chief minister had to play second
fiddle to the one who truly deserved all credit.

But, both citizens and politicians were blissfully
unaware of the communist and Islamic missiles
in the north that had quietly locked on to their
new target down south, ready to nuke Anantha
and his people when the next war breaks out! 
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09/02/08                                       R Jayachandran