TELLING IS NOT JUST FILLING. IT SHOULD BE AN YELLING OF COLLECTED FEELING!

THE MONEY MONSTERS!   They have the riches, Stored up to worship, The lord of avaricious luxury, Right through day and night.   They have a heart, Textured and fed out of greed, That swallows everything, From mammals to reptiles!   They have an arm: That stretches any further, To confiscate, seize, snatch, The possession of poor and the marginal!   They have a market: To commodify and advertise, The health, culture and emotions, Of the largest dispossessed section!   They carry an arrogance: That belittles anyone, who are Before, beside and below, to them in size and stature!   They have a calculation: That does a tricky magic, In their shameless gaining game, Even a zero could jump high and dance!   They have a contact: With those who cyclostyle, Them, in temperament and taste, To nurture their egotistical inheritors!   They own massive valuables: But give to none, Betw...

I  AM BLIND NOT DIFFERENTLY ABLED!   I am a human like you: I Do possess what you all have, But you construct me, By pinpointing differences, To brand me as differently abled!   Resting upon my anatomy: You do trace out, My lacks and vacuums. With your gifted ability, You sit-down to shape my disability!   As you experience, My sleeps do give dream. As you relish, My tongue too has an appetite. Then why I am treated as unusual?   Don’t tell often, I am exceptionally unique. I too fail, regret, rebuke. I have the same day and night, For me also, they go bright and dark!   I am not distinct: A poison, or, a gun or a knife, Would attack, destroy and kill me. I don’t have rebirth, As none have on this planet!   Am I dissimilar? My hair and nail grow, To the colour and size of yours. So, as yours, my skin shine and decline, To the shiny young, and feebly old!   Do you think I a...

THE SURROGATE HANDS AND EYES.   Pair of proxy eyes: Gaze down to read, Questions, then write, The answers we feed.   The word handwriting: Gets uncompounded, Because, hands are theirs, Being written alone is ours!   At times, the concepts prepared: Don’t go into the paper, Because, they own the signs, Afterall, what We have is just minds!   What the hands beget: Letters of beauty or ugly, We cannot decide them, My god! we shouldn’t even aside them!   If they don’t capture: Our life on the paper, To us it has been here, As a nervous affair!   They are denoted as scribes: Neither a teacher nor a friend, Our dictation they do inscribe, To us the certificates and jobs that alone ascribe!   We hire Their arms: But they don’t rent their emotions, While penning inside if that operate? Right through, in us it reverberates!   This is a mind game: Of course, it shapes our fame, By...

THE HELL OF THE BLIND SELLER.   The iron compartments: Are tired of my footprints, Because I walk often, To trade away my glutton!   I sell products: But they buy my blindness, I exhibit fortitude, That’s being dismissed by service attitude!   Sometimes my stocks: Remain unpurchased, Like my educational stuff, Being unattended by salaried jobs!   Has voyage got a risk? I know not, But with blindness and travel merchandising, My pain is colossal than Columbus!   To taste a drop: Of the transient money, I drink an ocean of, Insult, pain and agony!   I am unable to sell: On platform, and near stations, Because they are being sold, to the ruler of the power hold!   I am being chased: During vending, from there and here, And from the family and the public spere, Then, certainly I have nowhere!   My back and leg also ache: But they don’t hire, or allow me, To retail under a ro...

AN EXCLUSIVE SECLUSION.   They have a design: About I get and take, My hands and passions, But their conception only shine!   I go for a ride: But they sit before and after, From physically chaining me, They take a hideous pride!   In a luxury lunch: With craving tongue and stomach, I wait anxiously, But their service is eulogized sumptuously!   I pick my needs and objects; They have their color, With abled prominence they tell, I have primitive fancy and flavor!   I have all similar desires: Both bodily and emotionally, With the assumed fitness, They look me as discourteously godly!   In their dehumanizing art forms: Is where disablism gets polluted But they learn and spread, In my agony they become reputed!   Dr. U. Mahendran.

BARRIERS TO TOUCH!   I didn't touch them: Should say my hands and feet, Were not chased away, But, with so many obstacles piled up, Could not near them!   Before starting I was told: Don't come here, The reason must be my eyes, Because, they refuse to see, Looks like they have found it out!   Questioned why I am not wanted: Answered, don’t disturb yourself. In a pleasing voice, Said I might suffer, Another bitter response!   Just let my hands go: To have a touching wing, But in the name of kindness, Caught by the long arms, Before spreading, the wing was crushed!   I Might get injured: so be it, Having been obstructed, My Blood boils inside, Why not that gush through a wound!   Is the earth only for you? build out a thousand barriers to beautify, And fences in the name of growth, To meet and make merry, Shamelessly invent multiple hindrance!   Need an application to remove rest...

THE MARITAL INHIBITIONS.   Don’t do marriage: That man shouts, Because he and I, Are bodily dissimilar!   The physic is mine: I nourish it, I know what it wants, I live and dye with it.   The in-between urges: Concerning love and sex, Of my soul and skin, Being produced every now and then!   Out of many parts: In my anatomy, The dysfunctional is debunked, With hate and fate!   With full-bodied skeleton: They tell my figure is half, As if their substance, Going to be permanent!   When your pairing: Sanctioned celestially, Why our conjugal alone, Crucified by the earthly!   There is an iron wall: Between me and your espousing, But only a thread fence, Between you and my wedlock!   With chauvinistic tongue: Deforms gets defamed, Into colorless, shapeless and formless, Stop! and Be ashamed of your fitness game!   Let my soul: Be opted and chosen, By the abled ...

ON HELP.   Fed by manifold emotions, Spreads relational devotion. No face it cares, Nor race it tends!   Thrives upon, Hands and hearts. Lives across, Time and age!   Fills several vacuums, Hate and partiality do inhume. Begets smile, And drives to terminate dismals!   Taken a shape, As a mother and a teacher. Engulfed a form, That of air and water!   Through the blood it travels, So red it’s colour. As organ it transforms, Hence beacon its name!   Has siblings, In empathy and mercy. Got a history, As harmony and democracy!   Advocates a religion, Of love and equality. Articulates a language, Of compassion and affection!   Richer than the Richman’s riches: Most muscular than the elitest hold, As tender as the babies’ fingers, As sweet as the peasantry singers!   Kindness it’s soul, Biocentric must be its goal. It dies in digital troll, Sneaks out in lega...

IF MY GOD EXISTS.   Can I have a God? With the unseeing eyes, But heeding years, To attend my pain.   I must have one: Because their God, Always look and gaze, Like they do.   When multiple exists, Why not mine too? Let me create, Infusing blindness into it!   I am distanced: From your decorated sanctum, Your God and me, Are heavily mediated!   Your God demands, Colour and Flavour, There I am unwanted, How long this to be confronted?   The lavish adoration: Keeps me baffled, Therefore, to my purgation, An omniscient listener needed!   Being blind and impaired: I am branded as the God’s child, Then my father Protecter, Should also be made like me!   Let my: Living and feeling, Give shape and grip, To my omnipotent healer!   Or answer me: In the God’s galaxy, Has my lord been suppressed? Like I am then and now!   Curse the lips: That say and pro...