Today

Today I want to smile less,
Something I have breathed in tells me,
Today I should smile less;
Today I feel quiet and calm,
Today has come again.

Some excitement has left me,
I am not dull,
I am silent, listening to my breathes,
Looking at things,
So many things;
All quiet and calm,
Just like my today.

And now the today is yesterday,
And I know the today will come again tomorrow..

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Ode to the little storm

You can push my clothes,
You can push my hair,
You can push the curtain away;
But my body remains erect,
My vision remains erect,
And you can’t push them in anyway.
I do like you fierce,
But fierce will not scratch me,
It may move me good,
If my will wills,
It may raise me high,
If my mind is.
But you are sweet,
Like the salt of humidity,
Your little caresses and kisses,
Like the child’s swing in sky,
Conditioning my mind and heart,
Remitting the day’s effort,
Undoing the clandestine meet with the sun;
Your breath blows unhackneyed each time,
Renewing passions of inner me.
Should I fight you or love?
Breathe you or live you?
Should I dance or meditate,
Smile or lose my mind;
Where do you come,
You are neoteric,
To love,
To peace,
To life,
To me.

Ache

​My throat aches,

Between the brows,

A little below, between my two eyes,

It aches,

Like sounds and words do,


Stuck like after a thong of hammer,

Faintly vibrating with dry pain,


The pain of complaints,

Of rebels, and of fingers

Pointing in all direction.


Chaos is not the word,

Crowd, unsatisfied,

Taking and accusing,

Yelling and laughing,

New bees with digital power,

With a broad mind and a tiny door,

A little ‘enter’ door, 

A huge gap of ‘My throat aches,Between the brows,

A little below, between my two eyes,

It aches,

Like sounds and words do,


Stuck like after a thong of hammer,

Faintly vibrating with dry pain,


The pain of complaints,

Of rebels, and of fingers

Pointing in all direction.


Chaos is not the word,

Crowd, unsatisfied,

Taking and accusing,

Yelling and laughing,

New bees with digital power,

With a broad mind and a tiny door,

A little ‘enter’ door, 

A huge gap of ‘exit’.

Dead Heart

There was no honey when I reached,

Just a little reminder of its smell,

There were no fair promises,

But filthy truths and bare wounds,

Wounds covered with only air,

A foul and false air,

I found it easier to live,

To sleep beside a silent beast,

A beast behind his blood.

Only behind his blood.

He was clown in expensive attires,

A gentleman who didn’t know what gentle meant,

No anger, fiery boiling blood,

Just cold icy feet and sweaty hands,

A little laugh, when on the peak.

When I started living double,

Laughing double,

Raw and virgin, used and forgotten,

Nothing but taken to the dead heart.

Appeal

When I wanted to write you,

Works at hand were plenty,

And you invaded them but hopelessly;

The bitten thumb nail,

Irregular near the middle,

Catches my eye and fixes my thought,

On the thoughts flowing in sweety dream,

Day dreaming I do in day, 

And in evening and before I sleep,

For that is where I find you,

Playing in my absence with looks

That will steal.
No more stealthy kisses,

No more discreet fondling,

No more hiding hearts, inside the little jewellery box,

Come face to face and tell the world,

Where your sweet heart’s name is printed,

On the cover of flesh, that is called mortal heart,

Where a black colourful sign shines,

Show me at least, if not the sign,

But the watery eyes.

Remembering like prayer

I thought about him all day,

Remembering like prayer,

In fear if he disappears:

And tired at night

I took a break,

Sang him as a lullaby,

Slept in his dreamy arms;

It lasted not a sand second,

As he flew haunting my dreams;

Day in and day out,

All night in the blank land,

His tune plays

Like drug in the head,

Aching medicine to ache.



Chaos

The world I live in,
Where we shall
One day, meet,
Is a stage,
Full of players,
And void of play;

It’s a chaos,
All around and within,
There is dream,
And a dream breaker,
Both men of same colour,
Conjoined;

Pulling and twisting
Delicate muscles,
And are void of feeling;
For I breathe the ache,
Day in and out,
Like madman.

Kill me, or kill my hopes,
Shallow as it seems,
Doubt and courage,
And confusion I suffer;
We shall suffer too,
Suffer the chaos.