someone starve me
i have too much to eat
sushi, sashimi, salmon and sheep...
is there anything that i don't eat?
i eat cuttle fish and i eat cattle
i eat chicken soup with a big ladle
i live, sleep, dream, talk, laugh only of food
and if i am deprived, i spoil my mood
i love food and that is just fine
but food loves me too, whenever i dine
my career is dormant, but my belly expands
everyday, more and more my stomach demands
help me, help me, help me, before i supersize
before i expand infinitely, burst and die
Revelation 21:5 ...and He who sits on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” And He said, “Write, for these words are faithful and true.”
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
homewards bound
my cubicle
an infinite hollow
of windowless oblivion
will never be my home
first, second, or third
my home is
where my heart remains...
...at home...
with two tiger cubs
a caged tigress
and a rooster
crowing from a perch on the 3rd floor
the television blares bollywood
the radio screams 80s
the kitchen wafts of hamburgers
the bathroom air lingers with lemon
the bed smells of laundraumat
and my small animals run amok
shrieking in delight
my heart wails
at the thoughts of being a clerk
and my head swims
in big dreams of lottery...
an infinite hollow
of windowless oblivion
will never be my home
first, second, or third
my home is
where my heart remains...
...at home...
with two tiger cubs
a caged tigress
and a rooster
crowing from a perch on the 3rd floor
the television blares bollywood
the radio screams 80s
the kitchen wafts of hamburgers
the bathroom air lingers with lemon
the bed smells of laundraumat
and my small animals run amok
shrieking in delight
my heart wails
at the thoughts of being a clerk
and my head swims
in big dreams of lottery...
Friday, February 10, 2006
do you have it?
to think about
its worth,
happiness
is not such a frolicking thought
to have or not have
is not really the question here
neither is it about
Abundance
of materials, money, or metal
is it true Love then, my love?
nope, not true love,
the bringer of hurt and pain
Power?
how can a height bring happiness
when the fear of falling bears you down?
definitely sex, then.
if sex it is,
it is indeed very sad
for it will last just a few seconds
and then disappear (for a really long time!)
i trust
if i search,
i will lose whatever little i have
so never mind yours,
i am already happy.
you?
don't try too hard
its worth,
happiness
is not such a frolicking thought
to have or not have
is not really the question here
neither is it about
Abundance
of materials, money, or metal
is it true Love then, my love?
nope, not true love,
the bringer of hurt and pain
Power?
how can a height bring happiness
when the fear of falling bears you down?
definitely sex, then.
if sex it is,
it is indeed very sad
for it will last just a few seconds
and then disappear (for a really long time!)
i trust
if i search,
i will lose whatever little i have
so never mind yours,
i am already happy.
you?
don't try too hard
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
new sprout
you are so beautiful
o sprout of a seed
branching towards heaven
blooming our hearts
and strengthening our bond
is it someone, knocking on the doors?
of longevity of clasped hands
and locked lips
embraced tight with love
glorious and abundant
everyday we swim in a sea
of a thousand dreams
salt-laced waves caressing our cheeks
a million messages in bottles
washing ashore
lay unopened for wont of a wish
is someone out there?
lying in wait
to pounce upon our nightmares
there, surely must be
for our dreams, our dreams
layers upon layers of gold
of a million blooms
of a million hues, and fragrances
that feed us with blessed relief!
Thursday, September 29, 2005
yarn of our dreams
wake up little girl
it's time to go home
rub the sleep out of your eyes
let your nightmares collect cobwebs
let your fringe lie mangled for a while
we have to go...
you are beautiful
don't you know...
i have been waiting
for ever so long...
to build a castle for my princess
on a high lush mountain
besides a stream
where sun rises early
and days are are sweetly long
a garden of violets,
jasmine and roses
pine panelled floors
granite arched windows
colonial columns
bouganvilla shaded verandah
deep ruby of a wine
platter of smoked salmon
rocking chairs with cross-stitched cushions
and you across me
hurry,
but don't rush
for your feet are still nimble
and your smile fragile
but the dust that settles
on your curling lashes
will not bring any tears i promise
just bring me a bag of your love
a dash of your happiness
a handful of dreams
and we shall weave
the yarn of our dreams together
come, let's go!
it's time to go home
rub the sleep out of your eyes
let your nightmares collect cobwebs
let your fringe lie mangled for a while
we have to go...
you are beautiful
don't you know...
i have been waiting
for ever so long...
to build a castle for my princess
on a high lush mountain
besides a stream
where sun rises early
and days are are sweetly long
a garden of violets,
jasmine and roses
pine panelled floors
granite arched windows
colonial columns
bouganvilla shaded verandah
deep ruby of a wine
platter of smoked salmon
rocking chairs with cross-stitched cushions
and you across me
hurry,
but don't rush
for your feet are still nimble
and your smile fragile
but the dust that settles
on your curling lashes
will not bring any tears i promise
just bring me a bag of your love
a dash of your happiness
a handful of dreams
and we shall weave
the yarn of our dreams together
come, let's go!
Thursday, September 22, 2005
just us in this world
someday when i am free
i would like to look at you
with your face in my hands
your hair touching my arms
i believe i have not loved you
as much as i really want to
endless hours of getting the dough -
so many nights of tired sleep -
whines, cries, tantrums and playground -
nothing
i say nothing
will ever drift us apart
i know we held hands once
i remember the sweet, moist kisses
and i miss dearly
your sleeping, heavy head on my chest
and i long for your beautiful hair
getting in my sparkling eyes
oh hold on,
i say hold on
don't yet spread that silky yawn
for i want to smell the ocean on your breath
the dew drops on your neck
and the mountain breeze from your parted mouth
somebody stop me
oh no, my fingers are slipping again
somebody stop me
oh no, my eyes are raining
somebody stop me
oh no, oh no, am i dreaming
somebody stop me
i don’t want to die in your arms
i only want to live and live
live and lie down with you
i only want to make you mine
i only want you to be mine
i only want to be yours
i only want just us in this world
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