Saturday, 23 March 2019

Hold My Hand One Last Time


Walk beside me one last time
Be absorbed in my sheepish tales
Smile and laugh, I want to get lost in your radiance
Hold my hand one last time

The sky and the birds witnessed us
Loving without conditions
Sometimes even without dreams
Living and breathing for each other

But then ends sometimes beckon
With vengeance unseen, demanding
For us to cross oceans, climb mountains
But without each other’s comfort

Hold my hand one last time
Feel my grip, feel it loosing
Feel it feels to let go forever
Feel how to feel without love

Promise to gaze at my pictures
Think about us during those good times
Don’t dream or long
That we shouldn’t have met

Don’t Bother When I am Gone


The destiny of man is the grave
Bitterness may be all I gave
Laughter and love may be what I hoarded
Don’t bother, the ship of oblivion I’ve boarded

Don’t bother when I am gone
To pray for my soul either dusk or dawn
For I will bargain for my fate hereafter
Don’t bring men who earn from the altar

Don’t bother when I am gone
Tears and pain in this world a conclusion forgone
And a world, a blameless world awaits
Without bills and fear of being among misfits

Don’t bother about me
Don’t regret the things you’d have done
I tried to drown me
And live the life you projected

Poetry Reading


You clapped the loudest in that poetry reading 
People throw weird looks at you every time I am on that stage 
Yet all you notice is my brilliance, or lack thereof, 
Your belief is steady, strong 

And when the two us are reduced to a mere bubble 
In a city where lights become a boon for thieves and whores 
You look into my eyes and say ‘let’s have pizza, 
Junky though, but mursik will cleanse us, 
And we’ll live straight to the edge of life,’
That’s how we plan – to accept life with the calmness of a dog 

Munching that Italian culinary invention, 
We get brilliant ideas such as: isn’t good to grab a whiskey? 
And we grab a whiskey and board that noisy manyanga to my ‘sheet hole’
Intoxicated by love, we look drunken in love 
I am even amazed by how my ‘introvertness’ wears out 
Suddenly I am superman feeling like I can’t pay the fare, and they will do nothing 

Friday, 8 March 2019

The Scientist


Clutching the phone close to my chest
I walked by the railway,
Dwarfed by thoughts
Numbed by the memories
I saw us relaxing under the eucalyptus shade
Talking,
Willing the time to stand still
I saw us by the verandah, smoking
I saw me waiting for you at Flax,
Anxious that you may have changed your mind
I saw us eating roast maize,
I saw us listening to Justin Beiber
Having nothing but our love for each other
Then I saw that I had lost it all
All because I couldn’t give you what you wanted
Because all I offered was love
 
I was a walking dead, without feelings
Lost in the cool November breeze
I lost your love and lost meaning
Coldplay’s Scientist spoke to my heart
It was a such as shame for us to part, the lyrics went by
I walked diminished
Wondering
Dying slowly when the thought
Of you doing the things we did with another man
And I clutched my phone every night
And listened to the songs that made us fall in love
Because all I had was a memory
A memory that wouldn’t keep me warm
Neither would it make go to sleep

The Chaos


Listen to that oppressive stench
Smell the noise of the beeping electricity meters
Sense the chaos in your house
Look at your feelings, study them
They resemble a poor man’s
That’s not the clothe you are made of

Wednesday, 6 March 2019

Aftertaste


The idea of love, for once
Adopted the metallic aftertaste
The taste of the mouth after vomiting
-repugnant
Repulsive
Stirred revulsion
And the thought of ever being love, ever truly,
Became an irrevocable impossibility

The Purity of Love


The idealistic dreams of love are amazing,
A life with the love of your life,
Dreaming, waking, eating, talking, walking ,
With you being present in each of these moments
Loving the simple smiles, the jokes and the laughter
Your love’s heartbeat an echo of yours
And the idea that someone is your whole world
Becomes something that you live everyday

And then you fall in love, plunging ‘heartfast’
The ideals are thrown of the window
All you remain with is a vacant room
Sometimes quarrels and arguments
Make a visit to your self-created kingdom
That kind of love was the kind you signed up for
Yet you don’t want to give up, you’ve never nursed breaking up
Because people just don’t stop loving so far away from forever

For love is ever intent on going off script
One day the two of you wake up and part ways
And if you were the strong type, mourn a few days
Then wait for a time to fall in love once again
But then if aren’t the strong type
You spend your time going through the memories
Studying intently each and every page
Of the story of love that ended way too abruptly