On Twitter I Grew

I started my day at Facebook Retching Vomiting could not take the racial spew So over the cuckoos nest I flew ,, On #Twitter I grew

The Strolling Stone

I am less adventurous
than I was a born rebel
without a cause luckily
I have no boss a rolling
stone learning to gather
moss off course

The Real Me

You Never Knew
It looked like you
hate you need
not have spewed
Beauty is skin deep
What am I
Muslim or Hindu
No clue

But because
I was one of
these you
Withdrew

over the nest
of your un intelligence
I flew
a bolt of poetry
from the blue

GSB Seva Mandal King Circle Dedicated To Late Mr Dinesh Pai

Its been a year since I left Facebook

a long
very long
sabbatical
i took
most of
my time
spent on
Twitter
pimping
my photography
online coffee table
book .. my corner
of 140 words my
homily nook
maybe it was
the woman who
loved me on
Facebook
had me complexly
hooked ever since
she left me i changed
my sartorial outlook
luckily i am just a
visual storyteller
not a media crook
Twitter my watering
hole my brook

#covfefe

in mans world
leave aside us
goats cows
buffaloes
even man
is not safe
drunkenly
tweeting from
the depth of
a grave ,,
said the soul of a
presidential
awakening
wake up
behave
a word
that launched
a million re tweets
a tsunami wave

a mind en-caved
rant and raved

dedicated to Mr Donald Trump the Man

They Shoot Horses Don't They.

This horse who gives rides to kids is perplexed he finds Man very complex Man a product of misplaced Sex.

Had his father drunkenly not forced himself on his mother a case of sexual excess he was accidentally born a pain in the neck a total wreck

Once in his hey days he turned women on he looked like Gregory Peck.. But now sadly he is on a drunken drug addicted trek. Oedipus Rex

Juxtapoz