Toe rugs

Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour
In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor
Sewing a shroud for a journey
By the light of the meat-eating sun.
Dressed to die, the sensual strut begun.
With my red veins full of money,
In the final direction of the elementary town
I advance as long as forever is.

Down the stairs of the highway You could look up and see
The world that seems so unknown
and yet you have lived there forever now
Doesn't make any sense somewhow..

Its the same
most things I claim to see everyday
very visual, very blinding
struck by the light of some metal rips in my pocket
I bend down and they bow
Doesn't make any sense somehow..

A beggar with a limp in the name of a life
walks upto anyone he can see
begs and tells me the reasons to do so
I ask him to let me be
I see similar inexplicable eyes
on a dog, a puppy, a child and a cow
Doesn't make any sense somehow...

He limps his way to an older man
on two wheels he gets of his
grabs his wallet picks a 5 rupee coin
I am moved by his charity
he reaches for the beggar's palm
picks up the change 4 rupees its wat I see
I look at the man , He looks at the man
who picks up the change and gives a 5 rupee
I wonder who the beggar could be
the light goes green and I go Wow
this time it did make sense somehow...

Not Mine

Well I think I see another side... Maybe just another light that shines....And I look over now through the door..And I still belong to no one else....Maybe I hold you to blame for all the reasons that you left....And close my eyes till I see your surprise........And youre leaving before my time.

wont you change your mind? Surely dont stay long Im missing you now. Its like I told you Im over you somehow Before I close the doorI need to hear you say goodbye. wont you change your mind?

I guess that hasnt changed someone...Maybe nobody else could understand...I guess that you believe you are a woman....And that I am someone elses man...But just before I see that you leave....I want you to hold on to things that you said.. I know I wish I were dead.

Surely dont stay long Im missing you now. Its like I told you Im over you somehow Before I close the door I need to hear you say goodbye wont you change your mind?

A life that was once alive

Something struck a wrong chord in my head last night... For a child.. who was!!
Death..
she continues...
to drink life
wall flowers growing on the grave
camels without water on the run
perception of a broken heart...
moon steals light from the sun

Children getting kicks
watching black snake slough its skin
running behind the shadow dancing
away from his own kin

Burning tears reaching out a silent scream
a muted shout
through the walls of dead silence
a man with his broken dreams
carries his young one
a blessing gone bad
a burden sans life
a shattered mirror
a child who was once alive....

Peep-le

And it's not just breaking out anymore
It's just breaking
I met nudity and promiscuity the other day
and they couldn't say much
or so I thought
they are just too much of a show..

With bodies dressed like that
calling attention from all
watching not watching
denying the ability to not see
or so I thought
they are just too much of a show..

I never thought they were two different people
and they weren't
they were the thing we fear
they were what we could never be
in all sophisticated cups and saucers
sucking on smoke pipes from a mile away
they could not touch those 'classy' lips
or so I thought
they are just too much of a show..

They laughed and drank the evening in
their painted nails filled with muddy streets
they don't look around
and they still can see me
petite, ironed, dyed
the last thing they wanted to be
or so I thought
they are just too much of a show
of state of insecurity,
of fear,
and of promiscuous misery

Lost

Stoney friends left behind
Congregating, waiting
The burning drape making way
for a velvet night, hesitating

Watery children dodging light
A sorrowful shimmer at the end of sight
Bodies caught in a heist
ravens flopping on the heads
Crying to a feast

Faded green amidst dying shells
They listen to voices, I hear bells
Mother sings them rhymes
I listen to her muted chimes

Stones, awake through the night
Virgin morning in her golden flight
Two numbed feet by the bay
Lost children will find their way..

I dint know what to say

Hands tied
Souls intertwined
Differences arise from similarity
And we look for serendipity

Incomplete business
Complete complacency
Partial gratification
Semi partial immortality
And we all deserve happiness

Immaculate dreams
Tainted love
Invincible fears
Justified malice
And we are all humans

Bored of the self
Scared of the beloved
Dreams of death and
Breaths beyond ephemeral life

And we all succumb
to similarity
to immortality.....

Web of wood

Lose sands refused to part

As I strolled

Tired, weary, hand in hand

Dying, but not yet dead

Grains between my eyes frozen

Framing the moments slipping by nimble

Not guilty of its smudged verses

Sketches the silhoutte of our being

Do the sands not part,

it is relieved

that our tale is turning

A weightless feather

The last sign of life I saw

Was a fading light and a lonely marionette

Both hanging lifeless by a tree

Hanging by its branches too

Was I

Like questions
in a web of wood...

It ain't easy

Don't return to feel too blue when the rainbow's secrets are over.. You will see the games where the winner never wins.. And I don't feel anything sometimes... But a chill down my spine, a hair raising rush on my wet arms, a drunken dime down the light... Darker,emptier and simpler... The blankness with which my eyes shrink.. music is what feeling sounds like.. when I air guitar on the road.. and it sounds just right.. to me.. And then I feel right too... But when I close the open hand because one loves.. and I don't feel anything I can only reciprocate.. Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at me, conclusions grow up in me like fungus: one morning they are there, I know not how, and they gaze upon me, morose and gray... And then I feel .. I feel I am tired and I am attacked by ideas that I conquered long ago.. And I walk.. then can I think I feel.. And in a casual stroll through the lunatic asylum I felt that faith does not prove anything.. and now I don't feel anything..

Paint-her

colors love me tender as I cover the naked canvas
with soft cotton threads
of scarlet and blue catching silver clouds
from imaginations glorious skies
softening them with the mist from my eyes
smothering their raw smell
all over my slender hands
like a child carefree
caressing the gentle clay
a sculptor worshipping the untidy mud
nature before its creation

colors love me tender
as I borrow the dawns sheen
bring the unsung shadows to light
walk with the unborn beings
who brawl and make love
in the dark shaky streets
of my velvet chaotic mind
running my hands over their dim faces
to recognize love from angst

colors love me tender
as the crimson drop of blood
from my scratched wound
swims through the dried creeks of my palm
leaving a faint chill on my fingertips
before varnishing a grey worn out mould
I search their nascent eyes
For my most precious fresco
the one that exists in a mocked dream
the one ill never paint

Click clutterbug

Frames of life per second
Relentless on a clock of bleeding time
I need a degree of perception
A lens view of all that I have seen before
A streak of light that brightens up all the I don’t wanna see
Of blushing love, blinking eyes, hanging tongues
I wish to click

She gets up with a bottle of water
from the sewer of forgotten excreta
I try to put it between
her shirt and her skin
and that is what I probably want
And I click

I gulp down the evil
and I choke good
It makes me a tourist in other people’s reality,
and eventually in mine.
It rubs me the wrong way
It makes a ghost out of people

Sucket List

Under an old brass paperweight
is my list of things to do today

I cross 'em off as I get 'em done
but when the sun is set
There's still more than a few things left
I haven't got to yet

Go for a walk, pay my little share
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It's time that I make time for that
Wade the shore and cast a line
Look up a long lost friend of mine
Sit on the road and give the sky a kiss
Start livin', that's the next thing on my list

Raise a little hell, laugh 'til it hurts
Put an extra five in the plate of those red light birds
Call up myself just to chat
It's time that I make time for that
Stay up late, then oversleep
Show myself what I mean to me
Catch up on all the things I've never missed
Just start livin', that's the next thing on my list

Under an old brass paperweight
Is my list of things to do today

Solution

Run over by surreal substance, walking to go no where.. an atempt to snatch my support i kicked right into the blurr of what i could call a human body , sereneding fear , adrenaline rush i felt numb. They walked away and i kept standing.. still waiting for them to apologise.. i withstood i donno wat... A fight over some smoke that did leave a lot of it behind.. Sometimes my believes are left with not much life to support them.. sometimes i return the favour by saying I really don't know wat I believe in..

Tears Age

A country splintered by religion
Torn by anarchy
Heretics burned for their derision
of the holy See
years on

World, do you recall
Just what happened then
Gentlemen and Gentlewomen
Let into the pyre
years ago

Let's think
Images of war
Flashing swords, burning eyes
the ruins upon the hills
Mountains and red turned the snow
years on

I dont know which year it is
I am complaining bout the same things
Years on

Blind
Apathy
Forgotten
A part of history

To blind to see that religion's free
Believe what you believe
Established Dickheads still don't agree
years on

Hunted
Persued
Burnt
Marched
into the fire
Oh, then!

I dont know which year it is
I am still complaining bout the same things
Years on

Mad madder Maddest

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head)
There are some nights
when sleep plays coy,
Everything will change.
The only question is
growing up or decaying.

We eat up artists like there's going to be a famine.
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other,
the end of a sure beginning.
I took a deep breath and listened
to the old bray of my cigarette.
I am.
I am.
I am

God topples from the sky
I fancied he'd return the way people said,
But I grew old and now I don't remember his name.
(I think I made you up inside my head)

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