Sunday, May 6, 2012

Peace Be It.

Bespectacled man, greying hair betray age
Moustached minion of the law of the land.
Peer down, engrossed in flaccid work
Humble words, patient, tired tone.

This patience, it counts, it is required
Till when though, movements look tired.
And then he stands, begins to walk
And then he hesitates, he cannot trod.

Who knows what occurred, what incident
What weakened his back, his legs, his step.
He looks tired, he is tired, yes he is
Tired of fighting, defending nothingness.

'Cause nothingness is all this is
A void you jump in, a void you sink in.
And from this void attempt to escape
And from this void you comprehend.

You comprehend what one seemed right
Is now not just wrong, is entirely evil.
Why should you just pretend to aid
Why not stride forward with a limp.

Today he sits, listens, directs
Today there is a glimmer of peace.
And peace is at the end of the line
So peace be it, let there be peace.


Friday, May 4, 2012

Stench

Stench, that odor, flaring up my nostrils
Suffocating, poisoning my inside parts. 
What rotten flesh, what burnt-down body
Could emit such a smell, I wonder which.

The pungent odor refuses to leave
Chicken left too long to simmer, broken eggs.
Vegetables left to be scavenged by rats
Those rats consumed in the evening broth.

The bride set to fire, warm kerosene
The bride now sits here, emitting fumes.
She'll live with the stench throughout her life
What life is this devoid of beauty.

Forget beauty, no greeting flowery scent 
That scent lost, doused by pure flames.
Those flames have now reduced to soot
The poor soul, she sits there mute. 

I wonder what travesty occurred
It claimed her tender, child-like skin. 
I wonder what drove her, or any other
To play with fire and dance with it. 

Maybe she lit the final flame 
Vengeance took over, maybe she sinned.
Or maybe the classic case, the ill of dowry
Nothing to give, nothing to gift.

The men in fading pinstripes, jeer and cheer
While I sit tight, pretend to forget. 
I ramble on, I wouldn't know a thing
Except the morbid, dead, pungent stench.


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Shame.

Eyes wide open, the pondering gaze
Look right through me, bow down in shame.
That shame, that gaze replaced by a sham
This age and world not worth a damn.

That shame again draws me closer
Closer to the eyes of the beholder.
Those eyes again, they drive me mad
They seem so sure, depth, them sad.

That shame that seems so lost on oblivion
That shame I wonder when it left us Lord.
Instead we're greeted by unfocused eyes
That shame we crave for, that shame be mine.

Shameful.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Someone



I want to meet someone interesting. Someone new. Someone fresh. Someone who'll make stop thinking about everything else for a while. Someone who reads books. Not just bestsellers and the Harry Potters and the Tolkiens and the Salman Rushdies. Someone who listens to music that isn't pop. Someone who can make stories out of music that has no lyrics. Someone who remembers the lyrics to good music. Not loud and blaring music; something soft, something you can get lost while listening to. Someone who liked Fight Club; who can't get over the awesomeness that the movie was.

I want to meet someone who loves actors and not just admires them. Like not just their acting but the person those men with the masks are. Someone who admires Daniel Craig's rawness and the way he says fuck; someone who is awed by the beauty his wife Rachel Weisz possesses.

I want to meet someone who truly loves the things they love. I want to hear them go on and on about the things they admire; admiring every tiny detail, the beauty in the detailing. I want someone who won't get bored with me, someone I won't have to make an effort to converse with. Someone who I'd feel like talking to; someone so interesting that I never forget our conversations.

I want to meet someone who's undecided. Undecided in what they want, what they don't; undecided in life. And I want them to be okay with that, because it's alright to be undecided. It is. When my mobile vibrates with their calls I don't want to get annoyed, but smile. I want to meet someone who's not afraid to think; and stand by the things they believe in. I don't want them to be clamped in their little world, but to reach beyond and feel limitless.

I want to meet someone new. I do.
Close to 7 billion people on this planet. Some of them have to be interesting and not just average.

I just want to be stimulated; to get out of this rut. Break this machine that I've become a gear of and just become a rubber tyre, free to to roll wherever I want to. Not bound, not chained. Just free.

I want to meet someone interesting. And I want them now.