ABOUT THE POEM: “Kaliyug Live” is Ronie Dinosaur’s scorched-earth indictment of the present age, written December 2025 and posted raw on roniedinosaur.com. Drawing from the Bhagavad Gita’s famous promise—that whenever dharma decays, Krishna descends to restore order—Ronie declares the promise void for this cycle. No avatar is coming. The inversion is total: Ram is blackened, the pure swan eats trash, the crow rules, and “cheap women” (his brutal term) humiliate men of character only to degrade themselves further for lesser men. Discipline is punished, debauchery rewarded. Time itself is violated nightly on glowing screens. After four personal deaths and resurrections through addiction and rehab, Ronie has seen enough. He refuses to participate in the farce any longer. The poem ends with him symbolically washing his hands of civilisation: he looks at the modern Ramayan playing out in real-time porn, hook-up apps, and social decay, spits once, and walks away. This is not despair weaponised into prophecy. Ronie Dinosaur does not plead for the world to change. He simply returns the keys and lets the house burn. Welcome to Kaliyug, ultra high-definition, no commercials, no savior.This is the age of whores, sir.
Ram’s face is dark not pale in Kaliyug.
The swan-once elegance itself-roots in filth,
the cunning crow feasts on golden thrones.
A cheap woman will knot a man of character,
laugh while she milks him dry,
then drop to all fours for every gutter dog
and beg them to treat her like cattle,
because that is precisely what she craves.
I’m not reading Valmiki’s Ramayan.
I’m watching the live telecast,
streaming in ultra high-definition
on every screen, every bed, every night.
Time itself is getting violated.
The petty queen lounges on the throne,
stray dogs lap up the kheer,
and still complain the dessert isn’t enough sweet.
A man of discipline, in today’s world is alone,
and when he is drunk or poor is basically done.
Yadā yadā hi dharmasya glānir bhavati Bhārata
Abhyutthānam adharmasya tadā’tmānaṁ sṛjāmyaham.
Paritrāṇāya sādhūnāṁ vināśāya ca duṣkṛtām
Dharma-saṁsthāpanārthāya saṁbhavāmi yuge yuge.
Krishna spoke those lines for every age except this one.
In this age the avatar is absent.
Ronie Dinosaur has looked at your world,
spat on it,
and handed it back.
Keep it.
It’s yours now.
