Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Infinity
Like the stars
Who shine at a distant a horizon
Like you yearn for them knowing well
You can never reach them
I love you
Accepting with heavy heart
That this distance is important
That pining for you is just
A trivial part of loving you
It can never encompass
The emotions that have been travelled
And that this endless tale will be experienced
With the knowledge that
Far away in the distant
You are shinning with glory
With simply your memory
My life is infinity.
Who shine at a distant a horizon
Like you yearn for them knowing well
You can never reach them
I love you
Accepting with heavy heart
That this distance is important
That pining for you is just
A trivial part of loving you
It can never encompass
The emotions that have been travelled
And that this endless tale will be experienced
With the knowledge that
Far away in the distant
You are shinning with glory
With simply your memory
My life is infinity.
Hangover
Your thoughts, your words
Your lopsided smile, your tears
Your silence, your banter
Your fact, your fiction
Your ego, your stubbornness
Your touch, your dreams
Your eyes and the mole within
Your presence, your absence
I am living with all of them.
Your lopsided smile, your tears
Your silence, your banter
Your fact, your fiction
Your ego, your stubbornness
Your touch, your dreams
Your eyes and the mole within
Your presence, your absence
I am living with all of them.
Hope
Stooped by the little burdens
I walk ahead
Finding my way down new paths
If I stumble, I shall get up
If I am lost, I shall find a way
But the truth is...
I will keep looking back for your shadow
And wonder
If your eyes are still on me?
I wish not to meet you again
But only that
Hope will keep me going.
How To Watch Your Brother Die
(A moving piece I happened to stumble upon)
When the call comes, be calm.
Say to your wife, "My brother is dying. I have to fly
to California."
try not to be shocked that he already looks like
a cadaver.
Say to the young man sitting by your brother's side,
"I'm his brother."
Try not to be shocked when the young man says,
"I'm his lover. Thanks for coming."
Listen to the doctor with a steel face on.
Sign the necessary forms.
Tell the doctor you will take care of everything.
Wonder why doctors are so remote.
Watch the lover's eyes as they stare into
your brother's eyes as they stare into
space.
Wonder what they see there.
Remember the time he was jealous and
opened your eyebrow with a sharp stick.
Forgive him out loud
even if he can't
understand you.
Realize the scar will be
all that's left of him.
Over coffee in the hospital cafeteria
say to the lover, "You're an extremely good-looking
young man."
Hear him say,
"I never thought I was good enough looking to
deserve your brother."
Watch the tears well up in his eyes. Say,
"I'm sorry. I don't know what it means to be
the lover of another man."
Hear him say,
"Its just like a wife, only the commitment is
deeper because the odds against you are so much
greater."
Say nothing, but
take his hand like a brother's.
Drive to Mexico for unproven drugs that might
help him live longer.
Explain what they are to the border guard.
Fill with rage when he informs you,
"You can't bring those across."
Begin to grow loud.
Feel the lover's hand on your arm
restraining you. See in the guard's eye
how much a man can hate another man.
Say to the lover, "How can you stand it?"
Hear him say, "You get used to it."
Think of one of your children getting used to
another man's hatred.
Call your wife on the telephone. Tell her,
"He hasn't much time.
I'll be home soon." Before you hang up say,
"How could anyone's commitment be deeper than
a husband and a wife?" Hear her say,
"Please. I don't want to know all the details."
When he slips into an irrevocable coma,
hold his lover in your arms while he sobs,
no longer strong. Wonder how much longer
you will be able to be strong.
Feel how it feels to hold a man in your arms
whose arms are used to holding men.
Offer God anything to bring your brother back.
Know you have nothing God could possible want.
Curse God, but do not
abandon Him.
Stare at the face of the funeral director
when he tells you he will not
embalm the body for fear of
contamination. Let him see in your eyes
how much a man can hate another man.
Stand beside a casket covered in flowers,
white flowers. Say,
"thank you for coming," to each of seven hundred men
who file past in tears, some of them
holding hands. Know that your brother's life
was not what you imagined. Overhear two
mourners say, "I wonder who'll be next?" and
"I don't care anymore,
as long as it isn't you."
Arrange to take an early flight home.
His lover will drive you to the airport.
When your flight is announced say,
awkwardly, "If I can do anything, please
let me know." Do not flinch when he says,
"Forgive yourself for not wanting to know him
after he told you. He did."
Stop and let it soak in. Say,
"He forgave me, or he knew himself?"
"Both," the lover will say, not knowing what else
to do. Hold him like a brother while he
kisses you on the cheek. Think that
you haven't been kissed by a man since
your father died. Think,
"This is no moment to be strong."
Fly first class and drink Scotch. Stroke
your split eyebrow with a finger and
think of your brother alive. Smile
at the memory and think
how your children will feel in your arms
warm and friendly and without challenge.
Michael Lassell
When the call comes, be calm.
Say to your wife, "My brother is dying. I have to fly
to California."
try not to be shocked that he already looks like
a cadaver.
Say to the young man sitting by your brother's side,
"I'm his brother."
Try not to be shocked when the young man says,
"I'm his lover. Thanks for coming."
Listen to the doctor with a steel face on.
Sign the necessary forms.
Tell the doctor you will take care of everything.
Wonder why doctors are so remote.
Watch the lover's eyes as they stare into
your brother's eyes as they stare into
space.
Wonder what they see there.
Remember the time he was jealous and
opened your eyebrow with a sharp stick.
Forgive him out loud
even if he can't
understand you.
Realize the scar will be
all that's left of him.
Over coffee in the hospital cafeteria
say to the lover, "You're an extremely good-looking
young man."
Hear him say,
"I never thought I was good enough looking to
deserve your brother."
Watch the tears well up in his eyes. Say,
"I'm sorry. I don't know what it means to be
the lover of another man."
Hear him say,
"Its just like a wife, only the commitment is
deeper because the odds against you are so much
greater."
Say nothing, but
take his hand like a brother's.
Drive to Mexico for unproven drugs that might
help him live longer.
Explain what they are to the border guard.
Fill with rage when he informs you,
"You can't bring those across."
Begin to grow loud.
Feel the lover's hand on your arm
restraining you. See in the guard's eye
how much a man can hate another man.
Say to the lover, "How can you stand it?"
Hear him say, "You get used to it."
Think of one of your children getting used to
another man's hatred.
Call your wife on the telephone. Tell her,
"He hasn't much time.
I'll be home soon." Before you hang up say,
"How could anyone's commitment be deeper than
a husband and a wife?" Hear her say,
"Please. I don't want to know all the details."
When he slips into an irrevocable coma,
hold his lover in your arms while he sobs,
no longer strong. Wonder how much longer
you will be able to be strong.
Feel how it feels to hold a man in your arms
whose arms are used to holding men.
Offer God anything to bring your brother back.
Know you have nothing God could possible want.
Curse God, but do not
abandon Him.
Stare at the face of the funeral director
when he tells you he will not
embalm the body for fear of
contamination. Let him see in your eyes
how much a man can hate another man.
Stand beside a casket covered in flowers,
white flowers. Say,
"thank you for coming," to each of seven hundred men
who file past in tears, some of them
holding hands. Know that your brother's life
was not what you imagined. Overhear two
mourners say, "I wonder who'll be next?" and
"I don't care anymore,
as long as it isn't you."
Arrange to take an early flight home.
His lover will drive you to the airport.
When your flight is announced say,
awkwardly, "If I can do anything, please
let me know." Do not flinch when he says,
"Forgive yourself for not wanting to know him
after he told you. He did."
Stop and let it soak in. Say,
"He forgave me, or he knew himself?"
"Both," the lover will say, not knowing what else
to do. Hold him like a brother while he
kisses you on the cheek. Think that
you haven't been kissed by a man since
your father died. Think,
"This is no moment to be strong."
Fly first class and drink Scotch. Stroke
your split eyebrow with a finger and
think of your brother alive. Smile
at the memory and think
how your children will feel in your arms
warm and friendly and without challenge.
Michael Lassell
Lament
The place where we met
Under the shade of the trees
Is lonely today
The seat where we sat
Looking at the green
Is home now to someone else
The days which kept us company
Are long gone
The sun that shone on our head
Feels cheated
The bird which brought tidings of the day
Wander lost
Seasons sigh in remorse
Impatience reigns the path
The place where we met
Is lonely today
And still waits for us…
Dimensions
I remained in yesterday
You moved on
to a strange today
-x-
The curtains lived on the edges of the day
Silent and somber watching
As deadlines rushed in & went away
-x-
The cat dragged in something
Stinking, broken and bleeding
It was but yesterday’s dream
-x-
The splashes from a butterfly fell on my days
Golden were the ways
When I flew where I wanted to
-x-
There was struggle between the identities
Me was different everywhere
Twitter, fb, orkut, buzz all agreed at my strangeness
-x-
Hunger pangs attacking the tummy
Tummy punished
for all the secret obscenities
it contained
-x-
Pain is the most
random thing in the world.
It’s everywhere.
-x-
What was stress called
when people hadn’t coined that term?
-x-
The grammar of love is confusing
Even practice may not
make you perfect
-x-
One by one they leave me
no rhyme no reason
betraying hair on my head
-x-
Burden of holding up millions of
thoughts & counter thoughts
so long bow down my neck now
-x-
A writer needs to write
A doctor needs to practice
A lover only needs to dream
pure inebreation
Came across this piece one day...see if you like it...
Sitting here
thinking about you,
wondering if you're
thinking of me.
We've been down
this road before
and I know where
it ends.
Hypnotic dreams,
so sweet,
of you.
Only to wake up
to nothing more than
an unforgiving
blank wall.
Secrets shared in
silence,
deafens me.
Self sedation
brings me around,
to kill the
painful thoughts of
you.
The less you say,
the worse it gets.
....
Michael "Kemo" Bingoff
Moderately Insane
Was I a poet then that I believed you
Or am I mad now to doubt
-x-
Whole day the money plant sat talking
To the window panes
The sun smiled on
And when night came
The exhausted stars too did their bit
Until the money plant dozed off
-x-
You brought me a little heart
Crooked n crumpled
And I a fool
Kept it under my pillow
Not knowing it will
Steal all my peace
-x-
The dirt from your eyes
Spills on my plans
And kills your bloody chances
-x-
Rub me rub me the wrong way
How I dare you
Do so…
-x-
The tar is set to conquer memories
The sweeter the worse
To remember
Save! Call in the fireman
Record! I want to play them again
Time replied it’s ok to keep some
And to let go off some
But what if the good is gone
And the bad remains?
-x-
Scavenger, scavenger
Don’t distribute my pieces
Don’t tell my stories
-x-
Restart the brain
Re-pen the thoughts
They have slept for long
-x-
Keep your eyes open
Don’t wink don’t breathe
The mosquitoes might attack
Some Words
Litter…
Litter everywhere
You have trampled
all that I gave thee
Moments, memories,
hopes let to the wind
Crushed under your indifference
And strewn asunder gifts of love
Now they lie hurt
With their eyes on the doorstep
In the long lost memory lane
-x-
I am the end
I am the means
I live through my dreams
I play to the extreme
The conversations we share
Are nothing, nowhere
I am their creator
In form and fiction
You speak what I dream
I hear what I want to
-x-
Tepid…Tepid…
Is your love rascal
Tepid…Tepid
Young fool
Innocent of dark
Depths of the heart
And love games of the mind
Tepid…tepid
Your embrace
Half heart
Half feelings
Tepid…Tepid
-x-
Blur…
…Fog
Wipe.
Love…
…Delusion
Cynicism.
-x-
The morning hummed
On a sunny Monday
And yesterday when I slept
He left his music by my pillow
Two drops of salty tears
And many little stories on my sleepy smile…
sigh…
Vikram Seth is a magician
-x-
Life is like an ashtray
Where you drop your dreams,
And very often the one’s of the others too
-x-
Litter everywhere
You have trampled
all that I gave thee
Moments, memories,
hopes let to the wind
Crushed under your indifference
And strewn asunder gifts of love
Now they lie hurt
With their eyes on the doorstep
In the long lost memory lane
-x-
I am the end
I am the means
I live through my dreams
I play to the extreme
The conversations we share
Are nothing, nowhere
I am their creator
In form and fiction
You speak what I dream
I hear what I want to
-x-
Tepid…Tepid…
Is your love rascal
Tepid…Tepid
Young fool
Innocent of dark
Depths of the heart
And love games of the mind
Tepid…tepid
Your embrace
Half heart
Half feelings
Tepid…Tepid
-x-
Blur…
…Fog
Wipe.
Love…
…Delusion
Cynicism.
-x-
The morning hummed
On a sunny Monday
And yesterday when I slept
He left his music by my pillow
Two drops of salty tears
And many little stories on my sleepy smile…
sigh…
Vikram Seth is a magician
-x-
Life is like an ashtray
Where you drop your dreams,
And very often the one’s of the others too
-x-
Nothing
I am here,
And yet I am not.
I have covered my frozen consciousness with a white sheath,
And let go off time’s strange grasp.
I have donned the garbs of a traveler,
And gone beyond.
I have seen the yonder skies.
I have seen the rain denied.
I have felt all that I never dreamt about.
I have drowned in despair.
I have emerged mellower, perhaps stronger.
I have enjoyed much blazing sun.
I have smiled at the icy winds.
I have risen above strange words called…
Desire, ambition, love and friendship.
I don’t feel the need to be,
Nor do I feel the need to not be.
I bask in my emptiness,
And all that I once found drab and boring
I rejoice in their glory.
All that is superficial and shallow,
In flip side is not so.
All that I mean to say,
Tomorrow may not be the same.
So I have gone away…
To nothingness.
Nothingness I embrace you!
And yet I am not.
I have covered my frozen consciousness with a white sheath,
And let go off time’s strange grasp.
I have donned the garbs of a traveler,
And gone beyond.
I have seen the yonder skies.
I have seen the rain denied.
I have felt all that I never dreamt about.
I have drowned in despair.
I have emerged mellower, perhaps stronger.
I have enjoyed much blazing sun.
I have smiled at the icy winds.
I have risen above strange words called…
Desire, ambition, love and friendship.
I don’t feel the need to be,
Nor do I feel the need to not be.
I bask in my emptiness,
And all that I once found drab and boring
I rejoice in their glory.
All that is superficial and shallow,
In flip side is not so.
All that I mean to say,
Tomorrow may not be the same.
So I have gone away…
To nothingness.
Nothingness I embrace you!
Shorts
I tried telling myself it’s over
Smiled that happy smile
Which said, “Shut up liar”
Smiled that happy smile
Which said, “Shut up liar”
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I felt it coming
Running hot through my veins
…inspiration
Running hot through my veins
…inspiration
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Deep inside the crevices
Must be their filthy mind
On second thoughts it isn’t filthy
Lol coz’ it isn’t dere
Must be their filthy mind
On second thoughts it isn’t filthy
Lol coz’ it isn’t dere
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I think a hellva lot
And then think why do I think hellva lot??
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I fail to find the music in life
Live in semi-deaf madness
And there you sit in a corner doing nothing about it
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Life set in a shoe box
A nano hole to through which to see & regret
what could have been
Stiff suffocation for a roommate
Dwarfed hopes and malnourished emtions
And then think why do I think hellva lot??
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I fail to find the music in life
Live in semi-deaf madness
And there you sit in a corner doing nothing about it
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Life set in a shoe box
A nano hole to through which to see & regret
what could have been
Stiff suffocation for a roommate
Dwarfed hopes and malnourished emtions
Hours & days to live minus life
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U said ‘no’
And bled to death
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I sprinkled the seeds of little madness
It grew up into a full blown tree
And ate me up one day
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And bled to death
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I sprinkled the seeds of little madness
It grew up into a full blown tree
And ate me up one day
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You and I went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
I fell down and broke my crown
You felt sad
Went little mad, when you saw me dead
Sometime later people said
You found some water
And lived happily ever after
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You walked on unsteady feet
Wobble bobble
Damned love, stand confident!
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I beat you like mad
And said, “Will you love me now forever?”
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The signboard said,
“Don’t disturb”
And still you came barging in
With your awful heart
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You kissed me dead
Threw me in the ravines
A crow came and ate my love
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Volatile winds beat my mind
Bring the fire extinguisher
Less I scorch your face
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Running running
Between tyres and papers
Squeezed in a little happiness
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We both sat
on the crocodile bench
…fighting
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You bought me a Barbie
And called me baby baby
I banged it on your head
And said screw you
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I protested write poems to me
Sure he gave a reaction
His ‘have you lost it’ look
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I said,
“Psycho it’s my turn to be depressed”
He laughed his silvery gurgle “Ya right”
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It’s turning yellow
Stale and diseased
From the soft blush of the morning sky
To the rosy insides of hope
To the hues of tipsy red passion
Finally,
Poor ol’ love is turning stale yellow
It’s time, to press the refresh button
To fetch a pail of water
I fell down and broke my crown
You felt sad
Went little mad, when you saw me dead
Sometime later people said
You found some water
And lived happily ever after
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You walked on unsteady feet
Wobble bobble
Damned love, stand confident!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
I beat you like mad
And said, “Will you love me now forever?”
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The signboard said,
“Don’t disturb”
And still you came barging in
With your awful heart
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You kissed me dead
Threw me in the ravines
A crow came and ate my love
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Volatile winds beat my mind
Bring the fire extinguisher
Less I scorch your face
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Running running
Between tyres and papers
Squeezed in a little happiness
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
We both sat
on the crocodile bench
…fighting
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
You bought me a Barbie
And called me baby baby
I banged it on your head
And said screw you
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I protested write poems to me
Sure he gave a reaction
His ‘have you lost it’ look
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I said,
“Psycho it’s my turn to be depressed”
He laughed his silvery gurgle “Ya right”
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It’s turning yellow
Stale and diseased
From the soft blush of the morning sky
To the rosy insides of hope
To the hues of tipsy red passion
Finally,
Poor ol’ love is turning stale yellow
It’s time, to press the refresh button
Welcome again
Congrats everyone! For seeing through yet another year. Of living and believing in life. We deserve a beautiful year ahead. Happy New year.
I hope I dance
As I breakfree of the cobwebs
I hope I play, with dreams dripping on my face
Playfully falling out of my palms
I hope I dream again
I hope I play :)
Running around the garden
With no one to scold
I hope I sleep
...Away my difficulties
Little by little
I hope I remember
The hands who helped me stand
Love which was unconditional
Some Disjointed Thoughts
Vomit
Spill it out
Spill it out
What you kept buried for so long
Words that you have been chewing
Never letting escape
Vomit it out
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I am pissed
A cheap pirated DVD and a Linda Goodman
Suddenly kept away
Have decided my day
...........................................................................................................................................................................
Bland tasteless minutes
Multiplied by directionless hours
And more hours minus you
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Let it itch
Let it itch
This urge of touching where the hand doesn't reach
This moth eating into my mind
Let it itch
Let it itch
This awareness is like life
Like oxygen to my sleeping dreams
Let it itch
Let it itch
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It's not fair
Think of my humiliation
I bear with patience
The mishaps of your temper
Its not fair
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I live in a valley of bliss
Where there is a no one to disturb me
I live in a silence of peace
Where there is a noisy little heart
I live in a deep well
With an earful of gurgling ideas
I reach out to the water of the deep
And travel many mindless forests
I wander through many forests
Some green some dead
I meet many animals
Always ready to pounce on mine
I live in a valley of bliss
Spill it out
Spill it out
What you kept buried for so long
Words that you have been chewing
Never letting escape
Vomit it out
............................................................................................................................................................................
I am pissed
A cheap pirated DVD and a Linda Goodman
Suddenly kept away
Have decided my day
...........................................................................................................................................................................
Bland tasteless minutes
Multiplied by directionless hours
And more hours minus you
............................................................................................................................................................................
Let it itch
Let it itch
This urge of touching where the hand doesn't reach
This moth eating into my mind
Let it itch
Let it itch
This awareness is like life
Like oxygen to my sleeping dreams
Let it itch
Let it itch
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It's not fair
Think of my humiliation
I bear with patience
The mishaps of your temper
Its not fair
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I live in a valley of bliss
Where there is a no one to disturb me
I live in a silence of peace
Where there is a noisy little heart
I live in a deep well
With an earful of gurgling ideas
I reach out to the water of the deep
And travel many mindless forests
I wander through many forests
Some green some dead
I meet many animals
Always ready to pounce on mine
I live in a valley of bliss
Dawn
In the wee hours of the morn
When I wrap the misty coolness around myself
And hear the crows caw in the distant corner of my ear
When truth and illusions have naked conversations
I hear you alight on the soggy layers of my consciousness
As a smile plays on my lips
And half dreaming
I hear you whisper...I love you
When I wrap the misty coolness around myself
And hear the crows caw in the distant corner of my ear
When truth and illusions have naked conversations
I hear you alight on the soggy layers of my consciousness
As a smile plays on my lips
And half dreaming
I hear you whisper...I love you
It does matter
I lie, I deny
But I don't know why
It does matter
Sweetheart its the little things
which matter
I try to overlook the miniscule
But they always leave a stain,
between the cups and the plates
Always a cobweb in the corner
Yes it does matter
You say its pointless to talk about it
You don't care, you don't need it
This obtuse way of feeling
Bland complaining you call it
But it does matter
Yes it does matter to me
But I don't know why
It does matter
Sweetheart its the little things
which matter
I try to overlook the miniscule
But they always leave a stain,
between the cups and the plates
Always a cobweb in the corner
Yes it does matter
You say its pointless to talk about it
You don't care, you don't need it
This obtuse way of feeling
Bland complaining you call it
But it does matter
Yes it does matter to me
Who said I can’t write happy poems?
I can smile
As I rub off the layer of frosted sadness
That had dully settled
On life’s window panes
Who said I can’t dance?
Like a carefree bee
In delicious smelling anticipation
Who said I can’t shine?
Even if like the quivering candle
And light up the nude darkness of your life
Who said I can’t smile?
As I rub off the layer of frosted sadness
That had dully settled
On life’s window panes
Who said I can’t dance?
Like a carefree bee
In delicious smelling anticipation
Who said I can’t shine?
Even if like the quivering candle
And light up the nude darkness of your life
Who said I can’t smile?
Fairy Princess
Am a fairytale princess
Surrounded by delicate tendrils of dreams,
Which I grow out of little pages of magic.
Am a fairytale princess
Who shuts the eye to thorny reality,
And lives on the edge of romantic illusions
Writes sweet sad poetry
Waiting for her prince charming
I am Rapunzel
Locked away with clipped wings
Ready and eager to grow new wings
I am Cindrella
Fighting the world’s atrocities
With my innocent thoughts
I am Snow White
Who shuns fairness creams
And is fairly impartial to films and books
I am Thumbalina
Small in shape not in stature
A school girl trapped in an office
I am Sleeping Beauty
Asleep while awake
Awake while asleep
Am a fairytale princess
Surrounded by delicate tendrils of dreams,
Which I grow out of little pages of magic.
Surrounded by delicate tendrils of dreams,
Which I grow out of little pages of magic.
Am a fairytale princess
Who shuts the eye to thorny reality,
And lives on the edge of romantic illusions
Writes sweet sad poetry
Waiting for her prince charming
I am Rapunzel
Locked away with clipped wings
Ready and eager to grow new wings
I am Cindrella
Fighting the world’s atrocities
With my innocent thoughts
I am Snow White
Who shuns fairness creams
And is fairly impartial to films and books
I am Thumbalina
Small in shape not in stature
A school girl trapped in an office
I am Sleeping Beauty
Asleep while awake
Awake while asleep
Am a fairytale princess
Surrounded by delicate tendrils of dreams,
Which I grow out of little pages of magic.
Punching Bag II
Can you beat the thing you love
Till it is half dead
Then strangely hold it in your arms
Wait for it to wake up
And with a drop of tear
Wipe its scorched lips
Smile tender
And before it weeps with relief
Scratch its bruises with a scalpel
Open raw eyes of disbelief
And let it be so confused
That it neither bleeds nor cries
Awashed in numbed grief and dumb pain,
Baffled it looks at you
Neither in hope nor in trust.
Can you kill the thing you love most?
For a reason you don’t understand,
For a reason that doesn’t exist
Can you?
Till it is half dead
Then strangely hold it in your arms
Wait for it to wake up
And with a drop of tear
Wipe its scorched lips
Smile tender
And before it weeps with relief
Scratch its bruises with a scalpel
Open raw eyes of disbelief
And let it be so confused
That it neither bleeds nor cries
Awashed in numbed grief and dumb pain,
Baffled it looks at you
Neither in hope nor in trust.
Can you kill the thing you love most?
For a reason you don’t understand,
For a reason that doesn’t exist
Can you?
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