Tuesday, 10 September 2019

If You Must Leave


If you must leave, leave me with my sad songs
Take the memories with you,
For they will be a baggage I won’t be able to carry,
My hands are already full,
With poetry, and, significantly, whisky-
Take my sanity with you, I do not need it anyway
If you must leave, leave me with sad songs, poetry, and whisky

Daughter Of Man


Scrubbed, wiped, mopped,
Bent, crouched, reaching places
That, ordinarily, I wouldn’t even think about
And at last, a sigh,
That a daughter of man wouldn’t find me repulsive
-everywhere spotlessly clean (including myself and the toilet wall)
And then, daughter of man did not show up
Leaving me with cleanliness I hadn’t gotten used
The roaches that listened to my sad songs,
The sad lament of my heart, of longing-
All gone with the subtle whisper of your uncaring attitude,
Daughter of man
Now tell what to do with all this cleanliness…
Tell me, daughter of man

To The Highest Bidder


She asks for this, she asks for that,
Valueless things in their finite ‘quantifiability’
But then, sometimes, things with finite value
Go to the highest bidder,
And there’ll always be the man, richer than you
Drawing valueless souls towards their enchanting light
That must fizzle out in the end

One More Night


It’s hard to believe that a year flew by
It’s hard to know when you are on my mind
Every single second of the day
Some nights I have spent awake
As though keeping a sacred vigil
Watching us disintegrate before our very eyes
 Here I am, stuck like a rock
Spreading my tentacles to feel your cold body once
Just one more night
And slowly get it warm and make everything warm
And palatable
I yearn for a night, just one night free from everything
Free from the hatred you have for me
Free from the guilt of loving again, when you’ve sworn
not to – at least not love me
And spend it loving ourselves, just once
Is it a lot, my dear friend?

Monday, 9 September 2019

Sad and Deep


By the edge of your unremarkable life,
You watch the amber glow of setting passions
The glow of wretchedness erupts
From the depths of your empty soul
And then consumes the little dream,
that you held on to many nights
the little dream that embraced you
when the world became distant, uncaring

break me, break my heart
break me into a million shards of myself,
 I will pick myself up piece by piece, a million times
and, should you not find it enough, break me again,
I guarantee you I’ll never tire picking myself up
Again and again

To A Beloved


Speak to me the silent words that throb
alongside your heartbeat
reveal to me the secrets and desires trapped in your soul
reveal to me the source of your gleam
because you walk me to a sweet dream every single night

I am consumed by your enchanting beauty,
The thought of you sends my heart into delirium,
I want to touch eternity, together with you
And I want it to begin now,
Simply, I want you to want me.

Overtime


There you are, a young man feeling the weight of the world,
on your shoulders instead seeing it in front you
your mind worked overtime to tell you,
after that heartbreak that you were simply not good enough
every single day you single mindedly thought so
and it became so

the songs that you listened to the very day
walking, convening solitude, along the railway
you hated the world and everything its brought along
all you wanted was to exist in a song
for that’s the world where you thought you’d thrive
and for long, you forgot how to truly live

nearly a decade later and the very thoughts crawl
day and night, speaking the same language,
the language that the life on those lonesome walks
walks that you used to berate yourself
telling your own soul how less-than you were
in all walks

existence has become one dreary bore
every single object seems to jeer you
in a fetal curl, you fit yourself in a cocoon,
a less-than kind of cocoon that does not fit anyway
and your dreams poke like tentacles
trying to catch you from drowning
and you don’t. because there are twigs
sometimes, that save you from the grim waters