Best Bund Poems
Hey mommy I am here to play
Daddy and brother are on the way
To the underworld where I sent them
By gutting tummies and dissecting
Innards go to outwards on the floor
Faces you can’t recognize anymore
Low and behold they still breathe
So I drowned them in the kitchen sink
Mommy come here, don’t run mommy
Fine I will chase you if you wish
But now when I get you — Cheshire grin
I’m going to take your life to the grave
Your going to wish you had stayed
Sparks fly on concrete from my blade
Mommy — I call through the halls
Mommy — my newest leather doll
Mommy! I call through the halls
Mommy, my newest leather doll
Eyes once vibrant and full of life
Frozen in time within glass like ice
Taxidermist sand fills your rinds
Don’t struggle scream or fight
Or you will feel a slice from my knife
Mommy your lips quiver and shiver
Bound to the cold ossuary of mischief
Where I been killing kids that went ‘missing’
You raised the perfect little girl all along
Perfect at whistling a thanatopsis song
Memento Mori-bund and invictus
For I am the necromantic enchantment
Tragedy fused elegy viral malediction
Feel the sweet steel mommy, not fiction
First cut was to invoke submission
Writhe and twist against her sentence
Stand still mommy here comes number two
Mama's little chef, stirring a stew of soullessness
the final cut, a symphony of silences, as carmine trickles
a crimson recipe, where every piece is digested
and in the cannibalistic dance, I devour your essence
Glazed icons of madness, Mommy my macabre doll
stitched and serried in the butcher's gallery of my mind
where souls are naugahyde-wrapped, my taxidermied trophies
of terror, a cabinet of horrors, forever chilled in time
In mother's dark hymn, I'm the soprano of sin
warbling sweet nothings of blood and bone
as Daddy and brother join the hellish song
their voices silenced by my tender touch
mashed and drowned, the reapers brush
Limericks crochetés : Once an Outlaw wished to abide by the Law
Once an Outlaw wished to abide by the Law
He married sister to Officer Law -
Then he went to college
Now lawyer in village :
His in-law divorced to marry Outlaw !
He took her case up to Appeal Court
The judges pronounced the divorce naught
So she joined the husband
To form the In-Law bund
To trap couples in marriages fraught
He thus named his law firm : In-Law & Co :
Specialists on marriages broken by law -
His clients were divorced
Payment by cheque not forced :
Outlaws lawyers in-laws knocked on his door !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Cadence lowers its tenebrous tempo
Dulcet to a morose Memento Mori-bund
Lachrymose ribbon garnet fountain
Ruby rivulets in wine glass Chardonnay
Bubble floats to pop
Silence yet I sway
Miasma tang vitae oh Nueva
So they swing on a rope seputchra
Momma Mia mommy
Bites her lips
Somersault flips
Debauchery
In my hidden boutique adornment boudoir
My basement locked ossuary
Talat.Apni soti menu day..
Sain.Tun bund vich leni ay??
Talat.Aho bund vich leni ay..
Sain.Bara wada ganda ayn..
Talat.Aho me pen yak policeya..
Sain.Powder day jurm vich kini
dair jail katti ce??
Talat.Wawa dair andar rya wan..
Sain.Tun punjab police de shaan..
Talat.Apni bhesaki menu day..
Sain.Tun oday vich tracker lana ay..
Talat.Tun bara chalak hoshyar ayn..
Sain.Me twaday Crime King da Abu..
Talat.IG akhya munday nu maar dawo..
Sain.Oye CIA daya putra thanay kehchari
ton lay kay Crime King day loray day size
tak menu har sheh de kahabar Ay..
Note.Talat Teri gaand k size ka Don ka Loda..
Squirrel's squeaky squeal...!
It was a warm evening stroll
along the bund of a canal;
The river flowing further away,
I used canal bund for my sway.
The muddy man-made track,
along the thickly wooded bank!
Many pleasant birds in sight,
going about their duties right!
Egrets, Storks, Ibis and Heron,
Peacocks with it's hens' harem.
A wading flock of herded ducks,
herded by herdsman's quacks!
Cattle criss-crossing at its will,
quenching thirst in waters still!
Fields of Paddy and Plantains,
an odd worker who maintains!
Rarely, a reptilian friend in way,
out to scramble as if I had a say!
All these and many more of wild,
their life in manner that is so mild!
That's when I came across one,
scooted away from me to shun!
A Squirrel, saw me - open 'n' bare,
fixed it's gaze on me with its pair!
Ran ahead and away - tail a tower,
a Palm tree to scale for its cover!
Squeaky squeal as it made its way,
hoping to shoo it's troubles away!
It's tummy and heart kept pounding
'rustle of my approach', in it hounding!
Frequent peep from its side and over,
to keep me away from it - however!
Gait of mine as I approached close,
see fear in its eyes and pointed nose!
Hid itself, up in that Palmyra crown,
did I see it staring at me with a frown?
Mindful and yet unmindful of it I walk,
without any thought in me to stalk!
For fear was caused by, in its mind,
no role of mine in it - is what I find!
The performance expresses meaning through gesture,
gentle stories and tales without words to venture.
White washed face and biggish eyes,
timing and theatrical endurance wise.
Pointing towards the human sensitive struggle,
how to keep the soul, mind and heart to juggle.
Like the fool of tarot card and number zero,
through owns life journey ever present hero.
Reflections from people driven by needs and urges,
that fallen into some deprivation as it emerges.
Indication of looking before leaping,
too much emphasis on lustrous reaping.
Excitement and spontaneous so very fickle,
no true commitments rather a sour pickle.
Taken to many steps ahead and topple,
trying to be the best being a role model.
Invisible violin played as message blunt,
when appointed drama becomes too bund.
Simple expressions to simple act,
truth speaks further then the fact.
There is a price to pay
I suffer pain night & day
Ready to hide ready to run
30,35 banday bund vich lun
They are coming after me
HAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHE.
Boris and Hancock heads held high but don't be surprised for they know how to lie
Pockets jingling they have no shame, they don't really find you all the same
Watch your loved ones through a screen or don't see them at all
Boris and Hancock laugh at you all
10 downing street parties on ,creating billions for the monetary fund
While we lock down in the covid bund
Geneticall genocide in a town close to you, come buy your tickets discount for two, Geneticall genocide lockdown your mind cash is dirty don't you find
Geneticall genocide please don't resist hold out your arm the needle is bliss
Geneticall genocide please stay at home nature's no good you have no right to roam
PPE shortage it wasn't really strange it's great to prepare for the genocide game
Profit from suffering please we can't breath it's like a fictional story hard to believe
Mortality rates at yearly highs babies dying in front of your eyes
It's hard to believe they have your health in mind when they go on killing our kind
Boris and Hancock were puppets on strings I only wonder what the future brings
Yes away they walk heads held high
Every government knows how to lie.
Kari Muri bund dain jaanday nay,,,
Ay baar baar bund marvanday nay..
Note.Mavasyay nay bay gerat Log....
Madam.Way palu oray A.
Palu.Nahi anda kuri yawa.
Madam.Ami kithay way.
Palu.Teri kus day vich ay.
Madam.Abu kithay way.
Palu.Teri bund vich ay.
Madam.Wya karwa lay.
Palu.Apni kuri paish kar.
Note.(kutti kamini kanjri).
Rondi plat vechan nu(222)
Meri khala da phuda maaray zafar,
Meri khala de bund maaray zafar,
Meri khala day mun vich paway..
Note.Aunty meri Taxi gashti kuti..
Sain tenu than than otay rool dain gay,,
Teri bund maar kay bund khol dain gay..
Note.Please bus kar do!!
Aik taraf say bund maartay ho dosri taraf say goli,
Oye Supari Killer aja maar lay meri bewi ka choli.
Note.Impossible,I am still bachelor singular alone.
Zafar DON tun sahi meri bund pari ay,,
Waqiye bai tera soda wawa tight ay..
Note.DON is dangerous.
Just untangle and snip the threads and you will be fine. In the luminous labyrinth of society, a kaleidoscope of perspectives unfolds, where idiosyncratic souls shatter certainties, embracing the abyssal void. We, the insular inhabitants, mistake tenebrous convictions for apocryphal truths, perpetuating a tortuous cycle of rancorous comparison. In the diaphanous murk of our minds, we grasp the eclipsian reality: no crimson right, only a gauzy tapestry of behemoth wrongs, each one a necromantic reflection of our xenial uniqueness. We tantalize the iridescent horizon of growth, where luminescent minds oscillate between the bucolic past and the resplendent future. In the sultry depths of our heterogeneous souls, we coruscate with an anathema to the status quo, a vehement desire to dissemble the ossuary of our Memento Mori-bund understanding. We festinate in the nadir of our mephistophelean nature, comparing the fathomless depths of our own growth to the xenophobic other, a catafalque of jettatura that obfuscates the vellichor of our inexorable ineffable nature is the fact that conformity and shackles only bind those who wish to be the same, who tend to throw shade at us who are different.