Scelorotic

Its a numb afternoon heat over Mumbai and not surprisingly even the dogs who feasted on human waste were fewer than their usual numbers for that matter even the vast ant like army of little malnourished children who usually lined up every side of the crowded, cluttered streets of the great slum sitting in a squatting position while openly defecating were fewer .

The heat was oily and sweaty , it seemed to create a sense of dazzling darkness on the entire slum forcing the scores and scores of the mobile bazaar system of old rusty wheel carts of various colors and hues that intertwined to simply stand muted and motionless under the effect of the sizzling sun.

And most of the tobacco spiced paan chewing male vendors with their leaky red oral liquid who earned their daily wage by pushing the inimitable old rusty 4 wheel-carts selling everything from strange leafy vegetables, sundried fish , half rotten berries ,bananas, guavas and that sinister looking burnt bamboo shoots , roasted peanuts and shallow fried potato patties and mint water filled fried buns found themselves catching a nap under their own rusty carts - briefly ignoring the meandering set of stray cattle that happily enjoyed the

while a whole battallion of 19th century automobiles honked and bonked and scratched and scowled and raved and ranted at each other with choicest of expletives while trying to beat each other to go ahead of a mindless traffic jam.

But the most interesting part wasn't the demographic stat, it was in fact the look on the faces of those few dogs as well as those children still around , they were unmistakable.

The dogs, the kids and the entire slum was infested by a feast of flies that enjoyed the hospitality of all the slum-dwellers and everything else around - so the scenario i was looking at with my half swollen eyes and an equally swollen lip went on slow motion : thin, lean street dogs licking fresh human excreta even while little humans continued excreting more - and all of them had a few tons of flies buzzing and moving and sitting all around them, including their faces , their arses everywhere even my own swollen face - the stench of the place was unique in a way - but while all this was happening the look and feel of the whole mise en scene was that of a numb , expressionless , value less but very purposeful world - a world that enjoyed being around, loads of shit.

little satan

he looked
lost
but
satan , he was

trapped

deep
in an unfamiliar
jungle

trees soared
creepers
hugged
bushes, rushed
water, gushed
slippery mud
sank to the knee

insects
thrived
his blood


the air was
thick
and the light ?
twilight -
a dark , silent
moonless
twilight

a poets
prayer

flashed

'eternity



even
thunder and
roars
sounded
like muted
rumbles

2011 AD

unknown to me there's a me

days have gone years have come i no longer eat mud but still feel I'm as blind as a bat they say mind is the home of reason but mine is so devoid of such attributes

Mysore

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