MALICE

My mind has grown hands
And they have popped out of my skull
And the claw-like fingers
Are squeezing my neck
Choking me, suffocating, slicing me slowly
And no matter where I walk
Which side I put my head to sleep
These hands refuse leave.

Weeping and sweating
Withered and moaning
Is the straggled cry of a memory
Walking circles in a time that is over
Tracing onto foot prints trodden
Hoping to profoundly discover
Sailing on to the same shores forever

GO AWAY! shouts a soul to a mind weary and heart dry

And I light a smoke
Let the rings sing
As my heart tries to match your beat
and I am happy that a long time ago
you died,
And soon I’ll join you in the cold
Where neither life or death survives.

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Before My Eyes Burn

 

Would you come now?
It’s getting late, and the sun is about to set;
I haven’t seen you with my open eyes
I cannot remember since when,
Would you come now?
Find me, follow the light;
Claim the part in my life that you have earned.
And if you intend to
Then look up in the sky and follow the smoke,
My heart is ash now;
Find me before my eyes begin to burn.

To the tune of silent nights


Away from the world,
And it's deceiving ways,
I sit shrivelled up,
In solitude, and in her praise,
As the tranquil tune of the silent night, 
Plays; and plays; and plays.

Through the open window,
I gaze at the clouds,
Overlaying the starry skies,
Like a spotless shroud,
As my soul's unheard whimper,
Grow loud; and loud; and loud.

Until they are lost
In the silence that plays,
And whilst they depart,
The emptiness stays,
Amidst them the tranquil tune of the silent night,
Plays; and plays; and plays.

Therein creeps slowly her face,
Before even my senses yearn,
And utters to me in a mystical tongue,
That I try, but cannot learn,
And before even my eyes blink
It begins to burn; and burn; and burn.

And with it, burns my soul,
Tickling my heart with pain,
As I gaze into her fiery eyes,
Try hard, but fail to explain,
But my hopeful heart never fails to try
Again; and again; and again
.


Away from the world,
And its deceitful ways,
I sit shrivelled up,
While her ashes stay,
Amidst them the requiem of broken dreams,
Plays; and plays; and plays.








Help

Help me, 
Would you ?
For I have fought more than I should have
More than I was meant to
And now I cannot anymore
So would you help me give up.
I have walked too fast, and for too long now
I have walked more than my feet could
And now they refuse to walk anymore,
Would you please let me stumble and fall in your embrace.
I have smiled a lot in my solitude 
I have laughed all alone 
more than anyone should
Never mind that I could,
But now I can't deceive myself anymore
So would you just look into my eyes
And let mine cry.

 

Georgina’s Bastard

One Sunday morning
Went to the church Georgina’s bastard
To have bread and wine,
Stole four eggs,
on his way back,
Keeping the eggs on the rack,
He looked at her and smiled,
Georgina in rage slapped him twice,
Called him an ugly swine.

One Monday morning
Went to work Georgina’s bastard
To claim his monthly pay,
Came drunk home
with an ugly whore,
Losing all money on bet,
Georgina on his ass
kicked him twice,
Called him a piece of shit.

One Tuesday morning,
Went shopping Georgina’s bastard
After spending all,
He lifted up some items,
Told his mother how cleverly he saved few dollars,
Georgina kicked him thrice,
Warning him to be wise.

One Wednesday morning
Went fishing Georgina’s bastard,
In the midnight
Returned empty handed,
Sorry mother I couldn’t catch one,
For there were none,
The whole pond had dried!
Poor Georgina did nothing,
Just sat by and cried.

One Thursday morning
Went to bank Georgina’s bastard,
Withdrew money from her account,
Came back home without a dime,
Sorry mother,  I had held it close
But a stranger took it by force,
Don’t worry,  I too grabbed his gold!
Poor Georgina just gave a sigh,
She knew the end was nigh.

One Friday evening
Went to a bar Georgina’s bastard,
Got drunk with friends
Till he couldn’t anymore,
Came back in the dawn,
Wobbling legs, eyes sore,
Get out of the house you bastard,
Cried Georgina on his face,
Picked up the knife from the table,
Killed Georgina in rage,
Poor Georgina smiled alas,
He had proved :
what a bastard he truly was.

A cold stream of consciousness

I don’t know what is happening to me

I am undergoing a transformation

only that I have no idea about it’s result

A cluelessness keeps whirling in my head

as my thoughts oscillate between myself and the world

A confusion whether to bother about myself

or the worries of the world

Whether to express my self

Or speak up for the world

And it further becomes difficult

when you have no one to listen

Also, the people who are present

and claim to listen

barely understand anything

Words have different meaning to different people

life has different meaning to different people

I am scared to speak

because people who claim to listen misinterpret

And suppose a single person

gets the idea right

and then hopes or expects more from me

what will I do then

If I dragged my neighbour out of his bed

at this midnight hour

asked him to solve my dilemma

he would probably kill me

But is bothering about the society a crime

Is speaking up for the people

the injustice done to them weird

Old fashioned some might say

Should we squeeze ourselves

into our lives and just care about it

But if you stand for a cause

and people begin to follow

they would certainly have expectation

But how would you know

what they expect

Is it the same thing that they want too

or do they want you to do something for their ambitions

They are here now walking behind you

But will find them in the hollow

In chains we are all bound

I see the devil dancing around

And the angels have nowhere to escape to

All the temple doors closed down

people finding solace in poison insanity and death

Summer rainy winter all seasons cold

Such cursed land where widows are sold

Riots all around sponsored and then protested

Lies diffused in the air truth resisted

Life now seems a terrible affliction

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In a desert

In a desert we sit

with a bottle of wine,

Amidst the sandy waves

under the bright sunshine.

You won’t break your silence

my jaws refuse to open,

In a desert, silent as dead

we sit with our hearts broken.

I see a picture of myself

dancing in the depths of your eyes,

Though a strange expression you wear,

It’s your face that often lies.

The wind that treads between us

is quieter than this desert,

while on the stage of my mind

a band of thoughts play a concert.

And in that moment of silence

my ear’s catch your beat,

I remember it from that eve

when you held my hand on the street.

In a desert, we sit

stretching on to infinity

diving into each others’ eyes,

we seek forgotten treasures,

A search with no beginning,

A search with no end,

A search for eternity.