Zeroed on to the point
The point to start
Where it will end
Depends on where it begins
Thoughts & beliefs
Faith and misgivings
If they were all so easy
Might have been where it begins
Echoes of past
Revelations unheard
If I knew all I would change
from where it begins
Chasms between mind and gut
That vacillating opinions
If I could sieve it, would have chosen
another point from where it begins
I’ll be me
I’ll kill the thought
“I hope you like me”
Of all the smiles I choose
the one I smile will be
when my folly hits a thorn
Each day of my life
my road I’ll walk
I’ll be me
I’ll kill the thought
“I hope you like me”
I’ll accompany you
but am not sure of love
though it will make me
your eyes delight
I’ll be me
I’ll kill the thought
“I hope you like me”
In my hopeless state of mind
In my hopeless state of mind
there resides a man
who speaks on my turn
of letting go of the chains
these manacles called love
There are more, but
he argues with his code of silence
in my hopeless state of mind.
of living by duty and law
when tears undone and love unclaimed
of reason that don’t rhyme
these mind that crosses hearts will
of residues of yesterdays emotion
when time has passed but memory rots
of dreams and plans
when destiny has already laid choices
In my hopeless state of mind
In my hopeless state of mind
there resides a man
who speaks on my turn
of letting go of the chains
these manacles called love.
There are more, but
he argues with his code of silence
in my hopeless state of mind.
I feel so alone
even with my grief
how many times should I cry
before she leaves me on my own
how many joys should I gather
before she is defeated by me
how many lies should I live
so I can fake her to disbelief
how many deaths should I die
so she is satiated to leave
I feel so alone even with my grief
I feel so alone even with my grief
A gong rocks the slumber
The early morning chimes
breathing life into the air.
Contortion of wrenched body
from the other days toil.
It’s all pleasant
except in the backyard
of the heart
A routine predictable, on the run
from the rising to the setting sun,
from happiness to sadness
all in one hue and colour,
no surprises to charm.
It’s all pleasant
except in the backyard
of the heart
The flying kites in all directions
their destiny on the fingertip
the wind fluffs tears them down,
in vain the fingers grip
in agony wait for another day.
It’s not all pleasant
except in the backyard
of the heart
Might not have seen
but for your legs
the ebony legs
They furtively sighed
each time
my roving eye
catapult it
from
the cages of modesty
Exalting dreams,
drawn through
the skirt
the rhythmic duo
make music supernal.
Loving the admiration
and enduring the lust
the pair unceasing
in conduct
and their raffish heft
I lose my senses
when they throttle
with muscular rein
at the time when each
heel hits the trail.
This fatal attraction
Unrelenting,
clipping wings of austerity
succumbing to dark divinity.
Oh! this abnegation
Wished had not seen
your legs
the ebony legs
See from far
Far from your gaze
Far, so you won’t know
I can see you full
Like an angel
on a break.
So close,
more than I prayed.
That’s how far it will stay
Always.
It was seven days
and seven nights
when I opened my eyes
Bodies strewn everywhere
blood and gore all around
My bloodshot eyes
couldn’t fathom the scene around
Rose to walk on broken of everything
Air smelling fresh death
of heat and weapons smoke
Gathering my sense as I walked
a voice called and said Heil Dictator
Am I one?
How can i have ordained such a calamity
And the man said
Such is of pride & vengeance
with a dash of intellect
boost with confidence and a little oration
Devil wears all these
you wore them before you went to sleep.
Swish I heard
and missed a beat
Tik I heard
I turned to the beat
Tok I heard
I tripped on the step
Swish
Tik Tok
Swish
Tik Tok
Swishing skirt
and gay walk
Tik Tok
pity my heart please.
The dark Banyan tree, King Size umbrella
In rain or from sun we children hid under.
Stories of ghost, legends uncles shared
It was all talked under the great dark banyan tree
Hanging on shoots some to grow tall
Some just for fun like a great Disney ride
or just to win the smile of the young damsel
or imitate Tarzan or feel like Kipling’s Maugli
Time passed as the banyan tree grew
unaware as we got busy with life
In youth we dropped with our loved ones
to share a rose and our parents dislike.
It’s ages since then, the banyan tree
kept growing, unaware that we didn’t care
Un-judgemental; It didn’t bother either
Never bore fruits or flowers to adorn
But kept becoming wide.
So we call it the great dark banyan tree
The Saint who stands through
all seasons, all lies, all truth, all life, all changes
