Saturday, January 25, 2020

...if you will

Brown fringed minutes
Slip through my fingers
Faster than I try
To hold on to them.
Already,
I am a minute closer to the end.
Devastatingly red
Fire of my unrealized dreams
Is, I think,
Being fossilized
Without any preserving balm
Inchingly close to rot
Of futures I so longed to see.
Ensnared in my blind faith
In You, I trod
On, leaving behind skidmarks
Of unmet prayers, wishes and expectations
Because
Yes, because,
I want them all - everything
But only if You will it too.

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Failed again!

I lost you for centuries
no expectations of return
neither a faint hope
of reconciliation

I loved you eternally
no expectations of reciprocation
nor the slightest of assumptions
of a glance of love

I’ve been alone
since the day I was born.
Would I expect to be in arms
of my kindred soul when I am dead!

All I wanted was peace
nothing more or less
but all I got was disgrace
I loved with all my might, and yet failed!

Again!

Monday, January 13, 2020

How to love - do you know!

Could I have loved you
for just one moment more.

Could I have given you
just one more kiss to prove my love

Could I have been there
for you when you needed me - a minute and more

Could I. Could I. Could I.
Could I have done that?
I could. And I would when I know
the sweet moon would not waste
even one more ray of his moonshine
on someone, anyone, who didn’t know how to love!

Friday, January 10, 2020

Sea of waste

I couldn’t even reach out
And touch my own face
The long talons of hate
Halted me before I could.

She said drive the cattle away
So there’s be more space for kids to play
But even after
The kids stayed glued to the screens.

I felt I would be happier without any...everything
But it just couldn’t be sold
For the price I asked
And here I am with a sea of waste.

Tuesday, January 07, 2020

what you shan't

it's cast in stone
you shall not yearn: -
or lust after what's not your's to begin with
or binge on alcohol even to drown your sorrows
or give yourself over to sensuality
or delay what you can do now
or blocked your own path upnorth with thorns
of stir up wars with your words



Sunday, January 05, 2020

Following my angel

my guardian angel called
your guard is down today he said
watch your steps
cross your “t”s properly
and dot your “i”s carefully 
don’t drink if you don’t want to
and don’t eat what you’re not supposed to
and then he flapped his majestic wings
and flew away to heaven.

i shrugged, rolled my eyes,
fell off the cliff, died, and followed him. 

Saturday, January 04, 2020

Perils of Parenthood

cranky teenager boy
bemoaned with practiced nonchalance
that parenthood was
overrated
over appreciated
unnecessarily dignified
overtly emphasized
always victimified
but
severely underqualified
hardly taught
almost never corrected
admonished
or punished.

children, he said,
are merely punishment
for lapses in judgments
and for
disgusting, short
crimes of passion.

I agree.


...if you will

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