An insane Babu who wants to be Charles V


I should have invested 

in the electric car industry,  

made a profit  

and opened a restaurant, 

hired a fantastic chef  

with his team  

of ambitious sous-chefs, 

earning one Michelin Star 

for its Tandoori Foie Gras, 

two, for its deconstructed  

Octopus Biryani  

and three, for its 

Flavours of India — 

A culinary experience 

that makes Blumenthal’s  

The Sound of the Sea  

seem like Pav Bhaji  

that a chaiwala makes  

next to a cheap thrift store. 


But here I am/ wandering meandering streets/ the sharp, acidic rain eliciting an anti-hallelujah/ turning round and round like a carousel on speed/ the motion making me sick/ evoking inner Chernobyl/ feverish depression/ the gongs of doom/ the madmen of the apocalypse/ doomsday prophets/ psychotic neophytes/ distorted shadows on the wall threatening to commit violent acts/ the murderous rage of a bigot humiliated/ the gloomy jazz of Povarovo playing Mullholand Dr. with their despondent violins/ hypnotic slow beat/ mesmeric, eerie, atmospheric, harrowing, haunting sounds/ I can’t take it anymore! Save me! Forgive me! I’m not repentant but I need lucidity/ not sibylline predictions of a poor prognosis/ the screeching guitar becoming a faux-minimalist, anti-Einuadic rendition of crime and punishment. 


*Breathes a sigh of relief* 



Everything must be arranged and neat, 

The balcony chair in its proper place,

The cheese and slices of red meat,  

The flowers and the decorative vase. 


I should have walked

the streets of Rome, 

soaked in the Colosseum at dusk,  

the golden-brown like burnt copper, 

the chipped-off edge

like a limestone shard 

pointing to heaven

which doesn’t fascinate me. 

After all, the stars are everywhere  

and the sky is blue. 

I should have beheld the Pantheon 

with its sturdy, masculine concrete  

without talk of muses and poetic throes, 

just the clicking and posting of pictures 

with a brunette who’s a ten.  


I’m stepping on thorns now/ penance for a mind saturated with Olds and her taboo odes/ Pound’s call to ‘make it new,’/ Roth with his frenzied prose, talking of a man becoming a breast/Portnoy’s complaint/ the need to stay religious while scrolling through images of naked women/ a bitter conflict between scruples and salaciousness/ making me the saucy clergyman/ the prudish degenerate/ quiet psychosis tugging me towards Mickey Sabbath’s corruption and decadence/ raging reservations making this rabbit not run/ Stay Rabbit Stay/ no point in midlife-crises and escapism, and dealing with the neighbourhood pastor/ the mongrels chase me, baring menacing teeth/ the drops of saliva like poisonous dew evoking Donald Ray Pollock and Frank Bill/ trashy but poignant/ meth and madness/ fists thrown and parochial craziness/ I can’t stop! Even though the night chills my bones/ the traffic unsettles me like a macabre horror movie replete with knife wielders and maniacs/ they’re coming for me, I know/ rushing to anaesthetise me/ bind me/ toss me in an institution where I’ll spend my days talking of Plath’s villanelle, Mad Girl’s Love Song with some other crazy-not crazy fellow who feels like a pair of scuttling claws, cooked in a spicy broth while the Gregor Samsas occupy too much space/ I’ll say the gulf war never happened while justifying hadephobia/ a snotty, white-robed ‘prophet of light’ looking on with pills and a syringe/ nodding her head. 



*Feels a profound sadness* 


Everything must be unnaturally clean, 

Even though it’s only me who’s looking on; 

Arrange the tables or I’ll become so mean;

I want no cracks, dents or a dirty john.  

Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

10 responses to “An insane Babu who wants to be Charles V”

  1. Wow, incredible writing. Your use of words is alluring and incredibly powerful! I hope you’re okay today and having a lovely day so far ❤

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    1. Thank you so much Jennifer ❤️ Your comments always brighten my morning. I slept a little last night. So that’s an improvement. I hope you have a wonderful evening.


      1. You’re welcome so much ❤ I’m glad you slept a little last night at least. I hope you have a wonderful day today. Sending you lots of love and happiness ❤🌸

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      2. Thank you. And here’s sending you the same ❤️

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  2. Brilliant! Is this a new poetry form? I’ve never seen anything quite like it. And the flow is exquisite. I enjoyed this immensely.

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    1. Thank you so much Tanmay! This poetic form has been used by writers like Ocean Vuong and I’ve also seen writers on WP use it sometimes. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Here’s the Vuong poem that utilises it

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  3. Love the contrasting state of mind you pictured!

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    1. Thank you so much Dawn! That was the intention.

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  4. I think you should gather your favourite poems and put them together as a book.
    Then find yourself a publisher.

    There is so much power in your words. I am blown away.

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    1. Yeah i’ve thought about it, but I don’t know if publishers accept poems already published on a blog. And a lot of published poetry these days is very obscure and a far cry from what I do. Thank you so much for your encouraging words Sarah. Maybe I will borrow that optimism of yours and look for a publisher 😊


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Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.


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