Friday Night In The Rain

O and a cold friday night it was,
And I was walking down in the rain, 
People walking the road to home, 
Water but more washed out in the rain. 
Cold was a feeling , a  passing thought; 
A haze of smoke and mist in the rain,
Memories of old and dearly bought,
O what pain was flowing out in the rain! 

--lost the rest of it. Will need to revise the poem though.

The Willowy Apparition

Is it the wine that speaks, 
Or the inner id, 
Of the gloomy years and unending tales, 
And of the few that I can speak.
Ere the nights grow long,
And the days grow dark, 
Before the years are done, 
And the writing is stark. 

Willows do stand, Willows do fall, 
By the brook they stand,
By that brook they fall.

Something by the way they stand, 
Something by the way they fall.

Population control ...

For a nation of a billion people , to have reached that number , imagine the effort, that we Indians put in to create so many naked frolicking tiny Indians. And we still can't teach our kids sex?

    They say the cat has nine lives.Coincidence that the human gestation period is nine months? To put the things into perspective our watchman's wife has been pregnant whenever I have seen the poor lady.And from the human sizes rolling all around the floor, it seems; they have been at it for a long time.What bums me out is how and where ? Not to get too crass about it but, we Indians as a collective soul would certainly crack a record for being at it. Indian culture is all about having sex and not having to talk about it. World take heed ! If this phenomenon were ever to made public a lot many disgraced westerners with their post-renaissance intelligentsia would die to take the proverbial nine lives in India.Freud, I think just rolled over in his grave. 
  
   What bums me out about us Indians is; for the extremely large populace so much enjoying sex, how do we let the women be pregnant for lot of the time? This basically limits the time, the dominant male populace can enjoy.If someone can batter the fact into the woolly hare brains of pastoral India, that I guess would be the best contraceptive India can ever think to have. That might seem sadistic on my part to suggest such a gross measure but I guess giving multiple births might not be as good. And I guess if the women weren't pregnant all the time, there would be little lesser collateral damage.( I actually disgusted myself there. Whew !)

  The weirdest thing that comes out it seems India needs to have more sex to create less babies. Logic eh!