Listen

 Listen, it was all my fault 

Nowadays I do a good job at 

making mistakes 

Nobody makes mistake, repeatedly, 

like I do 

Listen, there is no joy in making mistakes

There is no joy in being insane 

Listen, making mistakes is sometimes fun 

You just subtract common sense 

And have yourself uninterrupted moments of bliss 

Even when it involves serpents 

Ever waiting to sink its fangs on you 

It's still fun 

Because it does not involve your brain 

Listen, 

I do not promise you I'll change 

Change is for people hoping to make 

this miserable earth a wonderland 

Change is for people unattached to hope 

For I have learnt, in my wanders, 

That hope is a dangerous thing - 

it can kill a man 

 

Listen, 

There is nothing to live for 

Listen, 

Beauty has lost all its gleam 

Washed away by flowing pains 

Some real, some I imagine them 

Some have coursed through my veins for eons 

Reluctant, to devour me in one swift bite 

 

Listen, 

I cared - there are moments I still think I do 

I care because I am still alive 

I care because I still effortlessly breath 

I wasn't born doing this but I am so good at it 

Not Knowing About Tomorrow

It saddens a bit,

But then a little is all enough

To make the world seem daunting

To make the next day distant and aloof

Because the next day just is not worthy of hope

At least at the present

 

The threats are there, hanging like a noose

Ready to snap a neck upon the slightest nudging

And with that thought,

The world sucks a little more

 

Except one person, everyone else was born ready

The heaps of worries are mere mole hills

Yet his seems mountains

To scale empties his soul of the single shred of hope

But then tomorrow shall come

And if alive, he shall still be have last year’s worries

 

It saddens a little more,

The thought that he may not be alive tomorrow

It saddens,

Because he won’t cry for his own self

 

But then, even when everything is coated

With a thick layer of hopelessness

Life’s still beautiful

It is. For everything goes on

With or without him. Is he willing to miss out?

Global Warning

Dear world, arise from your deep slumber

The entire galaxy laughs at us

The melting glaciers and the rising sea level

Arise and heed the warning

 

Look at the price of industrialization

Few get rich while all suffer consequences

Of the emissions and the effluents

Steadily choking our existence

 

The ever erratic weather patterns

Stick like cancerous tentacles

Gripping our senses ever more tightly

As people die of starvation

 

Arise humans, and tend to your planet

We’ve conquered it, and conquered ourselves

For it becomes inhabitable

We’ll go the way of the dinosaurs

Utopia

Bury your heads dear humans,

Bury them in sands,

As chain saws gobble up

Water catchment areas

 

Encroach forests, build timber houses

Plant cash crops all around

For when the last drop of rain is a tear

Generations after will eat currency

 

Brother, cut that damn tree

Yes, that one. Cut it down

You mean birds live there

No, who gives a damn, just cut it

 

The Sahara is hauntingly beautiful

Think about the sand dunes

How about the far apart oasis

Isn’t the entire world worth a Sahara?

Libation

 Thick black smoke dances to the sky

A song of destruction emanates, noisily

From the tireless turbines, turning

Churning effluents on Mother Nature’s belly

 

Without guns, and not so much of intelligence

The effluents have a dictatorial grip in water sources

Choking life as well as the aesthetic appeal

And we sit by and wonder what went wrong

 

Our ancestors succumbed to industrial sludge

For it is the only form of libation on the menu

As people seek new ways to earn a living

Yet unknowingly killing the living

 

Did God advocate destruction? When He gave man

the power to conquer earth, did He?

Did God give man power to pursue currency?

At the expense of humanity. And nature 

Gone With The Wind

 With boundless energy,

A cocktail of childish glee and invention,

We chased butterflies that painted the place

With a cornucopia of colors

They lithely flew away, darting our tiny hands

Before we knew it, they’d be gone

Leaving us tired and wasted

But we knew seasons were about to change

Now the butterflies are gone

To a world unknown

 

Sulking and throwing useless tantrums

We’d troop to the river to fetch water

Mother’s warning ringing in our ears

‘Pay attention lest you drown’

 Now the river trickles like a child’s piss

Black rocks stare at us as if in deep shame

For having their nakedness exposed

The banks have receded tremendously

Like a bald man’s receding hair

 

Days gone, the area was blanketed by trees

And stories of ogres were way too real

The rustling leaves, dancing in the wind

Made us think of the ogres’ whispers

But not anymore. The land is barren

You can see the horizon

The land has been stripped bare

Leaving it as alluring a witch’s nakedness

The Future Is A Lie

 The future is one big fat lie 

It is a large neon sign in the sky 

That human ignore as they toil 

Investing in a day they may not see 

The future is one big illusion 

One that has been accepted in every station 

A bright future awaits you, the lie 

And an innocent kid's soul is lost in a mundane pursuit 

The future is an unfathomable lie 

Your employer wants you to work first  - sigh 

Your landlord wants your rent first 

The landlord is right. He accepts the futility of the future 

What is a future if not mere accumulation of seconds?

And the past one is gone forever

The succeeding one so fleeting 

And when all these are combined together 

You will realise that we are barely alive more than a second each