A walking starfish talks


You look mesmerized

at my mere walking

what if I talked

wouldn’t you swoon right there?

my twists, my turns

fascinate you

how about my tales

wouldn’t they scandalize you?

If I were to share with you

our many stories, our many gods

our ancestry and our many curses

you would be surprised, nay, shocked, I know.

(perhaps you find yourself there!)

On the dumb racks

dead and some times dried

do I still look so ravishing

I just wonder?

Forget it brother

sometimes slow down a bit

spend some time with us lesser mortals

we make your world too

for good or bad we are family

maybe then you be kinder!


Shakuni – The Master of the Dice

History will judge me differently

but I have my course to run

the absolute destruction of the Kurus

even through those of my own.

Years ago the princes of Gandhara

were imprisoned and tortured

made to beg for food making me

Saubala, the 100th son of Subala

strong and invincible

with a festering wound that cries vengeance

My strength is my thoughts

like the patterns of the dice

I know the terrain of the human mind

I let them wander in the maze of their own head

I pit them against each other

Son to father

brother to brother

friend to friend.

The villain of mistrust

wipes out even the strongest

except of course me and my sister, Gandhari

she who married the blind king

to blind herself there after

tragic to say the least.

Virtue will be the death of Pandavas

arrogance that of Duryodhana’s and his clan

It’s the king makers who rule not the king!