Put a war on war

But I was dead, for an hour or more
I woke when they had already past my door
Crouching to their guns
Hunting for eyes still left with life
Choppers and humans dropping from the sky I thought I just tripped into the high

Smouldering iron rods going through your brain
I wondered if I would see you again
I hear a dying voice of duncical opinion
And I don't agree with you But what do you know Of all the erratic visages that I put on my face
A tribute to the need for chaos

And I want to take a morning bath
not in blood for a change
As the street lights fade out with dawn,
I wish I had a sniper rifle to shoot them, sudden death
Transgression in a blazing flash.
Slow decay is painful and gets boring.
Relentless news on T.V.
Same feelings day in day out.
Boom.
Probably that’s what we need
But hey! That’s what we got now
And you still are complaining
I am laughing a sterilised laughter
Glued to the headlines
Water crawls incoherent over dead bodies
The news anchor shouts What’s going on!
Temme what’s going on! Hey miss! Don't you know your the next to die

A blinding streak of light would be better than constant sunshine.
And you are asking me to raise a vote tomorrow
Stand in rows to get my voice right
To detect and elect
The one from these many
The one’s who are worse than many
Though! I think YOU should go!
Go! go!
Complete all your stale grocery shopping
and underwear washing under in a split second.
With due respect to your fine taste..!!

Everyone is taken to kingdom of heaven. Butterfly departs. Snake's hunger is satiated. The lights go out. And I am happy for the one’s killed
The body is clean and shining as a diamond. Darkness is saved for idleness and chaos Chaos cleanses everything.

Noisy Peace

My first sense of life was that of motion, of being lifted, and I don't remember the beating of my mother's heart. Then, as consciousness pressed, I turned in the radiance of the father's mind I had not known. When I closed my eyes I could feel the world spin. When I reached out I could feel the breath of care. Bound, within my blood, was their love, their burning and their discordant apathy of not getting to bring me up.

Yet time makes ravens of us all and swiftly, it seemed, I fled from their grasp. The sea was a glass. The sky an immeasurable path.

Guided by the knowledge of not knowing I journeyed fettered, free. And as all before me, I have questioned, grateful for the privilege of being able to ask: What is my task? Why do we exist? All answers produce the pain of recognition, emptiness and joy.

To prey upon stillness,
to suffer dawn
To bow before God I don't believe in,
to meet his grace
face to face
To unveil space,
to be spirited away
To lift a child
into the reigning air
where the voice of life
chirps like a still bird..

Fall apologies

She stood
By the floral fountain
Serenading the air
With lust for life
In the golden land she chose
To drink the passions
And feast with the distant brothers

Soft cool mist
Jeweled in her blonde hair
Camouflaged
From estranged footprints
Lending sparkle
To her wandering eyes
amazed
at the indifferent man
staring at her
from behind the tints
on lavish windows and polarized faces
she walked through
the quivering shadows
of unknown alleys
hesitant to welcome him
sifting cold glances
for a soft whiff of warm breath
searching for a faint sliver
in hushed lips
a muted sigh
lending freedom to a tender embrace

her ears stayed silver
waiting for the easy rhythm of tides
her heart stayed scarlet
whispering to him a cold lullaby

my presence is its own apology!

Heartbreaker

And yeah I got stuck
nodding my head the wrong way
listening to whatever you say
thinking it would end
even though the only word I seem to use everywhere
is the vicious circle

Frail under the spotlight I mean to say many things Things which must sting Things which might make you laugh

I changed
I changed a lot
but you don’t even look towards me
You don’t pay no heed
You think there ain’t no such need
And I don’t blame you
I made You believe I am all yours to be saved
And I’d like to believe so too

Now that all seems fragile
and a house of cards
we sweat to keep from falling
There was no effort to begin with
And now all we do is make efforts to save it

I am complaining
And so are things I have known
They aren’t happy
and they aren’t mine

I always thought

It was not courage but liberty that kept me from saying this.. No sooner than the moment of realization reckoned, I knew.. A myself needed no liberty, only courage... But Being myself,..Was only a fantasy...So then,I meant to say a lot of things... But now,I only intend to drop a few slick limericks.... About politics and unattended children tripping over wires.

What shit!

The last page

Listening to pieces of ripped music
following the names calling some
rolling on the back bench
things past us above us
drawing pictures of all that we saw
or wanted to
coarse and pouring patches of sun
believing in all that made sense
and more in what did not
of wet stars
of no moon
no morning to follow
no night good enough to die
school, college
past two decades
am still cribbing
about the lack of things
about the existence of some
lying here on my will
thinking I will
flipping through
the diaries of invisible monsters
One day, ah one day
Will I hear the god's song
Will I feel the angel's sigh
Will I know when the candle melts
When the last drop of wax
Falls into the infinite unknown
We did not know it then
I do not know it now
My history
seems of things which were too fragile
to survive me
to survive time
Never to be relived again
Not in a child's smile
Not in a fireflies lumination
Not in a pupae bursting to freedom
Not in a snake's hiss
Not in my life

A very thing

What would you do if you felt stuck somewher? Like when you are trying to cross a road and in the middle of it suddenly the traffic starts flowing in from both the sides? Would you duck and run to the other side or wait for the traffic to stop?

Ever heard of a limbo? There are thousands of souls at one oint of time so unaware of eachother's existence, so content in their falacies. I am not saying that this place really exists1 Ah! that's a gas! It's not really from yours or mine- we all got our personal limbos to construct.

We try and make ourselves and thus spend our entire lives in doing so. Making ourselves comfortable and trying so hard that we ultimately forget what we were here for. Yes, I have earned my disillusions.

Flawless Suspect

Traits of belief
from a mother
to her son
From a father
who loves to run
A father of me
A father of her
Roaming in the desert
in leather boots with spurs
The journey is been
etched on his skin
Till the returning
Imagine all people
places n moments u know
Not gone not dead
But have never been
Would you not choose to live
for the fear of it?
Stories of misbelief
from a mother
to her daughter
From the father
reproducing carnage
But you would rather not believe
There was so much more to live..

Carrest

Here
comes my baby
dressed in apathy
Oh! So cute!
She looks
quite crazy
wearing
her hollywood boots.
She
wants to drive
my hot brand new car.
And if it can’t fly
it aint fast enough.
When the car
came
crashing down lives
She seemed to have had all the fun
I wanted to cry
but
tears wouldn’t come!

Virginal priority

I have no point of view.. I have no point to you.. And i don't have to prove it to you.. yes i don't believe..yes i refuse to preach and am no one to tell you what is right.. nothing which is right for me is not wrong for me.. and yes i fail myself when i say i am an individual.. and that you are one.. i live thinking am at the top of the world when the world is revolving and every once in a day i am below everyone.. yes gravity keeps my feet down.. and probably saves me from flying off one day.. before you call me someone who would want to dictate your life by what goes right in my mind.. Lemme save you the hardwork.. I write and hence i think.. I think and probably i might be.. The questions are never enough and they never end.. Because the ones I ask are never answered...

Yes nothing is gonna change my world.. not my protests.. not your futile attempts at sanity.. not your jaded sullness.. not your emberial aura.. not my sensational sense.. verbal abuse.. the words you use.. I see through the plaited patience.. painted shallowness.. not your words.. these historic words hurled right at me.. And when I refuse to move.. I am not trying to prove.. Because probably people are at their wrongest when they are trying to prove themselves.. to whom i don't know.. and why i don't know either.. So perhaps nothing makes me different from you.. And nothing makes me.. me! And when the numbness of my feet travels to my brain.. I confess my black skies are trapped in a satirical fantasy.. And that when I decide to walk away from you and digress from your defined roads I am just berating a choice that is grounded in subversity..And if you were thinking this to be against you .. Well yes it is.. You betray me.. Language you whore!

Enter my kitchen
Ive got hop head soup for grease
Scratchin like a tom cat
Got a monkey on my back
Im gonna push and pull
And howl like wolf
And drive my brain dead
I've got medication,
honey I've got wings to fly
Ive got horse hoof tea
To buzz you like a bee
Gonna blind the evil eye
Push and pull with me
Funky jammin free
Strut your funky stuff
Im not yours, youre not mine
Gimme more of that jailbird pie

If not now..

If not now then when

If not today then

Why make your promises

A love declared for days to come

Is as good as none

You can wait 'til morning comes

You can wait for the new day

You can wait and lose this heart

You can wait and soon be sorry

Now love's the only thing that's free

We must take it where it's found

Its on its way to become costly

If not now what then

Search, look out, living
Always feeling

Always thinking

The moment has arrived

Are you such a dreamer
to set the world right
I will always stay in the room
where two plus two make five

My you

I've waited too long to have you,
Hide in the back of me,
I've cheated so long I wonder,
How you keep track of me,

You can never be strong,
You can only be free,

And I've never asked for the truth,
but you owe that to me,

I've entered a game of pricks,
With knives in the back of me,
Can't call you or on you've known,
A while they're attacking me,
I'll climb up on the house,
Weep to water the trees,
And when you come calling me down,
I'll put on my disease

You can never be strong,
You can only be free,

And I've never asked for the truth,
but you owe that to me,
I've never asked for the truth,
But you owe that to me,
I've never asked for the truth,
But you owe that to me ..

Herstory

Check what you are saying?
Watch what you will mean today?
Don’t let ‘em look at you
Listen to what they say
Listen to what they say
Listen to what they say
Don’t think about it!
Why can’t you go out shopping with your girls?
Watch TV like everyone else?
Get a job and girl stop dreaming
Give up all their books, they are crazy!
Why do you need them anyway
God! I can’t believe she is smoking!
We don’t deserve to have a daughter like this!
How will we get you marrie doff?
Did you hear that? She wants to move out!
It’s all you fault, you’ve spoilt her
Didn’t I tell you to sent her to a boarding school?

I am switching..
Off!!

Time will say nothing but I told you so
Only you would know the price you gotta pay
If I could tell you I would let you know
Should we weep at the sight of a crippled child?
but we should stumble when the music plays
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
what if quick sand is all that holds on to you
suppose all that we know gets up and go
Will time say nothing?
But I told you so
Because I know you more than I would want to know
If I could tell you
I would let you know

Walk without me

And then I hear a song
which takes me away
from that sun set
that is just a button away
Broken smiles,curious faces
no sea shores
but we go for a stroll
in the lame streets
near our house
room
four walls
We walk
licking, dropping, slurping
tracking taste of time that ticks
moments frozen on a stick.
Oh! there it drips
For whatever we do
we may
nothing holding us together
we hold it and play..

Camouflage

How important
to be right
right even when
you are left!
To know
what you are talking about
and
to talk
only when you know
to
have a point of view
all the time
about every fucking thing
not being a vicarious spectator
but to have a view
to not just
view
but
interpret, deconstruct,
present,
represent
talk,talk,talk
kill the brain
Or else you don’t earn
But u got to earn!
I don’t ever seem to
ever,never
Here, its spent
the last piece of paper
in my penniless pocket
to smoke
the last cigarette of the day..

Bloody Remote

Good Ol’ Big brother isn’t watching
he is singing and dancing
he is pulling rabbits out of a hat
He is holding
your attention
every minute you are awake.
he is making sure
you are always distracted
he is making sure
you are fully absorbed
hi is making sure
your imagination withers
untill its as useful as your appendix
And
this being fed
its worse than being watched.
With the world always filling you
no one has to worry what’s on your mind
With everyone’s imagination
Atrophied
No one will ever be
A threat to anything!!

Would you know

Everyone is in their own personal coma
That body lying there
I saw through the little window
You saw it through that little window
The distance you and me travelled
through and not out
that little window

sugarless whispers in her eyes
warm bruises in her last breath
don’t take what I don’t need
don’t say what I don’t mean
I hear more than
what I like to
so I boil my head in humour
laugh at all that I can’t change
throw all of it in fire
No way you silence me
because you can’t
you are
that body lying there...

Mark et

Markets are weird places. There is plight in her red dress. She carries bags of trivialities. She carries her baby to her chest. She had paid for both. She wants to see green before the burning yellow. I don’t know why. May be .. may be she is colorblind.. she wakes up to this face. Every morning.. without warning by a drowning scream.. she heard.. in her fluid dream. She sees dark circles on her face of clay.. cracks on her lips which she never opened to say. She hasn’t paid for either…

same difference

Screaming faces
Bloodshot veins
Look at me
From TV. towers
Through the mirthy rain
And I let your bullet
pass through me
going six feet under
I think I will be free.

Standing in the line of fire
Guilty of a suspect faith
This chaos, this silence
It skins me alive
No fickle dream
No frail desire
Till my own bullet
Pierces me
Going six feet under
I think I will be free..

Spike in my vein

In this
strange ridge of practicalitiesif you go
to find terrains
that would
suit your nervous system
you are bound
to bruise yourself
and
bleed through
your eyes
when you see
the over ornated
storehouses
in which
they would kill
to lock
your illusions away..

Stumble B

Bullets
Butterflies
Bombs
Boundaries
Baggage
Been there
Done that again.
This way
That way
No way
One way.
The curtains drawn
Under the dying light
Words misunderstood
Live placed in boxes
Blind world fluid
Hysterical sans pretender
Wide eyed reality
To fit eccentricities
In a cylinder..

Bla blada blada

Rejection
I can’t stay put
To a particular thing
A line, certain words
Or even everyday life
For too long..

Even a moment
Seems too long
Thought of getting a tattoo done
I can’t stay put
Maybe
Rapid, fluid, steroids,
Acid, morphine
Momentary
Not temporary.
The hours slither like a snake
Minutes become seconds
Like a butterflies flutterby
Don’t think I have too much time
LeftSpent

Blood bounce

Filled up
till my throat
throw up
throw them
out of my system
out with your system
Out!
shout!
U don’t have a different story to tell
Abuse a child
in the dark quarters
of an auditorium
where sits
an old man with broken glasses
reciting
In a grave voice
beautiful shakesperean sonnets
I don’t think
it’s courage
rather liberty
that kept me from saying this
saying this yet again..

All to busy boarding

old lady sits by the gate
knitting dirty clothes
Everybody gets their breakfast
Her dinner is on the roads

All too busy boarding

Girl in the second hand nightie
with bruises on her brain
dips her thumb in the cream
and sucks is over again
All too busy boarding

Rotten Row

In rotten row
a cigarette
I sat and smoked with no regret
For all the shit that had been
The distances were still to be seen
And streaked with shadows cool and wet
The soundless sand; but the work and debt
Fair flowers and falling leaves between
And I may very well forget
In Rotten row
Thus I
Pass by
and die
As one
Unknown
And go
In Rotten row..

Hell Oh Everybody!!

Wrote a song for everyone
Didn’t think about anyone
thought about
that black in blue
wasn’t quite singing my favourite tune
thought about killing your fame
(homicidal urges is my middle name)
thought some more

Everyone!
this is a song for you
Kindly don’t take it seriously though
May be I like you
Well I don’t
but that isn’t of much consequence
Presumptous me!

Thinking I could write
for you
presumptous me!
thinking I could write too
Forgive me folks
and forget yourself
I have had a shot or two..

Argh..

Gypsy woman told my mother
before I was born
You gotta boy child coming
He is gonna be the son of a gun
He is gonna make a pretty woman
The world’s gonna ask you
What is it?
But you know
You know my name
I am your hoochie coochie man
And yeah I am a woman
at almost everything..
Gypsy Woman said..