Cupid's affair

Cupid had yet another break up
And lost faith he did in his love life
A hermit he decided to be
When he walked up the lonlely monastery

The faith in the promises kept in love
The talks of all time faithfulness
Timeless and unconditional love

And then he was disheartened to find himself lonely
And sad he didn’t know what to do
To fall in love once again
He feared beyond recognition

He feared another break up
He feared another heartache
And then he went on his rampage
With what he is used to

And once again he fell in love
On the gates of the monastery
The untimely delay of the rusty gates
Proved fatal to his monastery life

The daughter of the apple vendor
Stole his heart without a start
He heard and trusted once again
In the promises made in ecstasy of love

And so another story began
Of love and faithfulness
And forever it would last
Till the next break up


Ashwin udupa

26 -02-2010

Innocence of a tigress

The blood dripped into the snow covered ground melting the frost, baring the wet ground underneath, revealing the dry grass waiting for the first rays of the warm sunshine of the spring. The blood oozed in gushes from the neck of the white beast known for his ferociousness all his life as he closed his eyes for the penultimate time. From the corner of his eye, he could see the love making act at a distance, as the orgasm shivered through the body, as the natural instincts took control of the senses of his elder sibling. The ecstasy he felt within as the shivers of partial suffocation sent vibrations down his entire being, matching the experience his sibling was feeling in enacting the act of love with the delicate feline. He had failed the test of the nature. He had lost the fight unto death to be chosen by the all innocent tigress whose whiteness matched the whiteness of the snow, whose gaze oozed lust into their bodies and passion in their minds which suspended all bonds of brotherly hood for a period as the tigress with her stride stepped into the picture. The passion of nature took the test of their prowess, to mate with the best one to win and combine the genes.

The stage was set as the two adults full of vigour looked each other in the eye fully clear what was about to happen. To turn back and walk away wasn’t in their nature and compromise wasn’t ever taught to them. The natural animal instinct filled and oozed in both of them which had seen them through the tough, arid, bitter cold conditions of the Siberian weather. The animal hunt and clever tactics had taught them nothing but the purest of the purest skills which are to be desired by any animal intent of ruling the animal kingdom. The filter had been set at the highest order which saw through the choicest of the traits to be seaved and expressed in one bag of skin.

The marathon runs with the innocent deers, the deadly battles with mighty mammoths, the fight with the hyenas in protecting their loot, the pleasant drowsiness on the chill covered growling warm body, all appeared in a brief glimpse as the light fast left his eye. The warm lick he felt on his ear every time there was a hungry day reminded him of the beautiful days spent. As he opened his eyes there stood his sibling licking his ear once again trying to nullify the pain he had caused with his claws and paws. The mighty act of passion now history left an unbearable present to be dealt alongside a bleeding heart. The lusty feline companion who had triggered the ghastly fight was nowhere in the picture, content with her purpose of luring the best match. He breathed his last as he felt one more lick on the bleeding wounds from the soft tender tongue that was so close to the heart. The sibling waited and guarded his kin until the next wave of snow covered the white hair of the body with its unifying tool called death to recycle all the ingredients of life cycle once again in a new life form in another womb.

Street Children

I crossed the road towards my place

To be interrupted by children who were in pace

With each other, to outrace one another

After their leader announced a get set go out of order

I interrupted my walk and watched them for a while

Disappear in a cloud of dust all in a pile

Just like their adult parents who catch each other

Like crabs preventing the escape of one another

How I wish life was as serious as a children’s game

Live for a day and peace within

No climate, no pollution, no wars and no politics

Simple life of a hunter and gatherer

Along came a scrap collector yelling in my ears

Abruptly putting a standstill to what I was thinking

I walked along the staircase of my place of stay

To find a woman playing with her toddler in bed

I reached my room and lay down in bed

Half sleepy half dead from the race for day’s bread

How sweet and honey is a hard earned bread!!

No matter how your eyes and hands change colours to red

Ashwin udupa

03-02-2010.

Loner's walk

My mind is the laboratory

And I am the scientist

My body is the guinea pig

And every experiment is a documented experience

These were the thoughts I had as I admired the icy blue

Atop the horizons of Mount Abu

The snow landed on my shoulders

With each step ice crackled like splinters

Partial fear and partial independence

Uncertain path and undecided destination

On and on I walked on my lonely trek

Never realising where I stepped without a break

Icy winds reddened my nose

Freaking cold brittled my ears

Had a partial mind to turn around

And go back to the civilisation

The civilisation which gave me bread and butter

In return to my relentless work without a stutter

This is not what I want to do I decided

Started my next experiment on myself as my heart prided

Ashwin udupa

31-01-10

CUP

I met this friend on a cup of coffee
All evening we talked on
Our experiences since we last met
We laughed, teased and joked like kids

Until I spoke on my love life and she on hers
I spoke on love looking forwards
While she did the same looking backwards
I was optimistic, and she pessimistic

I remembered our last meeting when she was in my place
And I was nowhere to be seen
I fear for myself if this is the fate
I am looking for myself at a later date

She had this feeling for the rest of the evening
Till an old lady who overheard our conversation
Sensed that my friend needed help more than I could
She pulled herself next to me and said to my friend

“My dear love I see you had a mishap in life
Don’t worry I have had my tenth today
And I am looking for to the eleventh”
With a wink she lifted her cup and left

Ashwin udupa
27-01-10

Dear Indian Roads

She runs through the rivers and

Sometimes rivers run through her

Forests and hills stand by as faithful buddies

She is the heart of everybody

Children identify her as their cricket pitch

Youngsters see her as their field to propose love

Dogs and bitches think ‘she’ is their mating ground

She is the heart of everybody

Most gorgeous she is on the fog filled nights

When the crimson light from the street lamp

Gives a golden glow with streams of vapour

Running all over her in unimaginable circles

And once again our faith of romance on roads are rekindled

The bollywood songs from the pick up trucks and

The laughter of school going children echo

The lazy buffaloes and the camel fights,

And sweet Indian women with their daily rights

One more chilly morning on the country roads

Pomp and band of an oncoming procession’s might

We can never be cheated of a new unexpected sight

A few find their end here and others begin here

All follow their destiny here either to the riches or to heavens

Almost everyone has the wisdom to speak about the traffic jams

On their way to work or back from the same

The horns and honks drive you deaf everyday

But our own cries of life are deafening enough to nullify the honks

Every traffic light has a spectacle to speak

As we watch the half dressed slum children perform their talent

At the end of the performance the little child comes with an open palm

Hoping that he is standing in front of an angel with money

But most of us are reminded that we are beasts without a penny

Well my time and words aren’t enough

To tell you about the Indian roads

You see the beauties and the beasts

You’ll see them all on the Indian roads.

dopa

22-01-10