The Temple

Upon your whim, oh deity
I erected the temple in stone
To please you God almighty
Mortar bought on loan

Faith shattered
It stands desecrated
Prayers unwatered
Walls lacerated

What God be you that flees?
Ashamed of your fragile sanctity
Greedy divine eye only sees
Sacrificial animals with no pity

The face is off the book

There is one goal for every man. To stay ahead of the rear wheel of a BMTC Volvo. The amount of dust they can kick up out of nowhere is amazing! On the last Monday, after being stuck in an enormous jam in the morning and sitting behind a Volvo for a bit, I had to do it. I deleted my facebook account. I am having no withdrawal symptoms, true my head would instruct my hand to open a new browser tab and key in facebook in the address bar. But it only happened a couple of times and I would always realize that I no longer had an account. I would instead redirect myself to more interesting places like Poonam Pandey's new website and scare myself to pieces. (If the poorly done photos don't scare you, the punchline definitely will)

So, what makes a grown man delete his most treasured social network account? It's not the Volvo bus, it had to be something more grave, deeper and far reaching. It must have been the Monday morning.

NB: You can follow my rants on twitterspace. I go around as @krishnachethan

The Door

Tell me, what is behind that door?
The one you opened down the hallway

Is there a fountain of youth?
A highway to the tallest peak?

Are the grassfields blue?
And the water a candy pink?

But tell me, what made you sell your soul?
For a key made from my collar bone

The happy mask

Fishing takes its own time
Going after the aquarium
Isn't what I envisaged for you

Nowadays often under my happy mask
I catch myself smiling
You really think it was a victory for you?