At last
The rain’s gone.
There’s a birth of a new day
with illuminating face
Of a golden sun…
At last
The mountains and hills will rise
And gather again
To listen to legend
Told by the certain moon
And ask questions about the demise
Of their heroic stars…
Love’s dead
So I dug my heart
And buried you deep inside
No rose murdered
No eulogy or requiem shed
No minute silenced
Just a headstone caption:
Lived here
Died here
Buried here…
Do or die
Smoulders in your eyes
In your grasp
I find my gasp
Over your moon
My doom looms
I try to wriggle out
Every single move known to you
So I call a truce
You’d rather me
A prisoner of you…
Gone!
The flickering gold
In your smile
Gone!
The shimmering silver
In your eyes
Gone!
The bubbly effervescence
In your laughter
Gone!
The jolting sparks
In your touch
Then you
Slowly pulling out of me
Till I’m pitch dark
Till I’m void.
my heart is pulled
into the palpitating race…
like metronome,
i hear the beat in my head
loud and violent
is this how people lose it?
i mean is this the road
to insanity?
if it is, then i’m on the free way
i’m going to crash…
Fiery,
like it’s out to kill,
the sun blazes
to roast.
Inhabitants are ambivalent
Hawkers slice the traffic,
their wailing voices
in cahoots with the deafening honking
Irritating and annoying,
the noise for survival…
A city that will never die
populous and pompous
poverty emblazoned on its chest
we struggle, we survive
and we complain…
This street is unlike sane
Lawmen extort with no shame
A preacher-man’s bell shrills aloud
Beggars seek God’s face in the cloud
The slothful and the jobless argue
at the newspaper stand
A ticket-man grabs an okada man
Lunatic fly the yellow buses
and a knocked down woman unleashes
curses…
A soldier-man takes a leak by the road side
A destitute-man makes porridge
under the bridge
He shares his lighter with a lout
who makes out with ganja
in a corner
I am the pedestrian
a police-man just slapped…
You are scared
Lonely.
Clouds are scudding
gathering,
to pee.
You are venting
the killer inside
And your rain falls
on my shoulder
Here is the healer,
my finger,
on your sensual lips
Hush!
my words in baritone.
Electric,
my touch on your pudenda
now you may surrender
and take me in…
Unbridled reassurance
breaking the clouds
and the darkness
Ascent of the sun
in your eyes
and spread to your smile
Beautiful eyes don’t cry
School is a fool
Books are no food
for a belly to be filled
a dream must be killed.
Night is a prey
I kill to survive
marauders at my door
my ear on the floor.
Wealth is a curse
There is a serpent in my purse
must my blood be spilled
for the oil in the field?
Religion is a bug
fattened by innocent blood
I butcher for my belief
and sigh for relief
Behind the scudding clouds
Heaven squints
with the crescent moon
Darkness is down
Evil will walk till the dawn
A long scary night…
Horrific melody
hooting and howling from distance
squeaking and creaking nigh
Tapping my roof,
Sudden rain’s hoofs
Barging wind
banging my door
To its bidding
my window’s wings flap
Rooted to the spot
I hear my name called
the whisper
of a spooky prowler
Audible
the thunder rages and rumbles
holding a flashing sword
to do loose demons
into swaying debris
I hear scream and a thud
At my front door.
It’s me
Coming this way again
Your way…
In the rush-hour traffic
Of people
Your shoulder brushes mine
For a MOMENT you just stare
Remember me?
I guess you don’t, the answer’s
All over your face
I’m still me,Yours trully,
Nondescript…
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