Saturday, 14 December 2013

The duet

Silver tin
Square and flat
Sweet Mirngue mix;
Pour it in.

Bees workin' all day;
Honey comb brewin'
Fill the jar and lets get to doin'

Swimming pool marble.
Crisp leaves and traces of spring.
Arizona sun beating;
Sink me in.

Big hall.
Balloons galore.
Three people;
I stand by the door. 

White sheet.
Ledgers afloat.
and G and F and C clefs.
Fermata is formed.

In the meantime,
I feel desperate for you.
Like a bridge on a troubled track;
I'm desperate to cross, but my shoes are empty.
Each day I dream of something new
But I just want you to get me.

I'm desperate for that sweet taste.
To sell some jars and lay it on you 
First name basis;
Honey, just let me love you.

I'm desperate to swim;
in your confusion,
in your illusion.
Let me drown in your lake
Even if the waters fake.

I'm desperate to dance the night away.
Hold me tight.
The party's just for us
The balloons are big and bright.
Skin to skin. 
I feel alright. 

I'm desperate to sing with you,
so jot down the lyrics.
I wrote down the title-
'The best hasn't happened yet'
But baby,I'm ready for that duet.




Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Between Euphrates and Tigris



I raise my voice
In the hopes that it will raise you.
You raise your voice,
In the hopes that it will raise me.

Like a broken dam,
I pour and gush. 
Buttons pushed.
my behavior is robotic.
I try to break the mechanics.
Frankenstein.

I forget your mortality,
and remember once your cracks show.
Because medicine is all you know.

So I wait for you to heal me -
when you've never been healed yourself.

And I decide that we should operate.
Surgical gloves and all.  
Invisible Umbilical cord, 
Never letting go.
Choking us with anger. 
Feeding us concern.
Suffocating all tenderness. 
Thoughts of what will make you happy.

But your role should mean perfection.
We start the dissection. 
From you I draw blood stained strength.
My passion for construction.
upon closer inspection,
I see pride in your eyes,
Along with my reflection. 

You are my pain. 
My sense of security. 
In.
Your words push me to the edge of the river.
How do you cut the veins of this connection?
How can I deliver? 

And I stitch the scars of a fighter.
I inspect the tumors of passion.
You exposed my soul.
Your light is preserved.  

And on those fateful days 
Between love and hate.
Between Euphrates and Tigris.
I came to know you better. 
I came to know me better. 




Traffic Light lovers.

Green man lit.
He takes a stride.
We stare without a care,
Senses intertwined.

Frozen fireflies land on my face,
Then they fly, as quick as a race.
You kiss the place where they briefly lay.
I'm finally living the dream of this day.

We hug as we wait for the traffic to brew.
But I'm just lost in your sedative hue.
Crossing the road is overdue.

You tighten my scarf as you swallow my chest.
Solitude_ I've passed your test.
No longer an alien, watching the rest.

We ignore the lights from stop to go.
Afterglow.
We let the traffic flow.
I'm finally lost in a world I know.


Sunday, 29 September 2013

Blindfold me

At times it's a sheer cloth I use,
At times, tough as leather.
Round the back of my head I reach-
A knot as tight as my scope,
I strangle all hope.

I blind-fold me.

Stand still as it starts.
Pillar straight but earthquake shaky. 
A stampede at the speed of light.
I wait for the knock out. 
All alone.
Noumenon. 

Suddenly, the rush is over -
hands trembling over the knot. 
Around my head, I reveal my eyes. 
In time to realize- 
I missed it again. 

Stampede of colour.
Of light and death. 
Of fear and joy. 
Family.
Friends.
Capricious dancers.
But that wasn't the end. 

The last of the fury,
trailing behind.
Eyes wide open this time.
The gossip, the jealousy.
The pressure in jest.
Religion & culture,
Clashed with my best. 

Blind-folded. 

I waited for you. 
And I missed all the rest. 





Saturday, 7 September 2013

The Sewage

Find me here.
Where real waste gathers.
Rubbing up against filth.
A wealth of nothing. 
An empty canvas waiting for colour.

Searching the crowd for something that resonates,
but all I find are seekers of temporary highs.
All this façade. 
Shiny lips on inebriated vessels.
The show must go on...
but whose the audience? 

The rhythm tries hard to penetrate my aura,
but I choose an empty corner to write my peace.

A butterfly stuck in the tunnel
Ultraviolet lights.
Flash.

Funny when it don't feel right and you do it anyway.
How many hits to the heart does it take to get you awake? 

Don't be resilient to truth. 
The light you're searching for doesn't shine here.
Know it. 




Wednesday, 28 August 2013



Why don't you love me?
Tell me, baby, why don't you love me
When I make me so damn easy to love?

And why don't you need me?
Tell me, baby, why don't you need me
When I make me so damn easy to need?

I got beauty, I got class
I got style and I got ass
And you don't even care to care, looka here

I even put money in the bank account
Don't have to ask no one to help me out
You don't even notice that

Why don't you love me?
Tell me, baby, why don't you love me
When I make me so damn easy to love?

Why don't you need me?
Tell me, baby, why don't you need me
When I make me so damn easy to need?

I got beauty, I got heart
Keep my head in them books, I'm sharp
But you don't care to know I'm smart
N-n-n-n-n-no

I got moves in your bedroom
Keep you happy with the nasty things I do
But you don't seem to be in tune, ooh

Why don't you love me?
Tell me, baby, why don't you love me
When I make me so damn easy to love?

Why don't you need me?
Tell me, baby, why don't you need me
When I make me so damn easy to need?

There's nothing not to love about me
No, no, there's nothing not to love about me
I'm lovely, there's nothing not to need about me

No, no, there's nothing not to need about me
Maybe you're just not the one
Or maybe you're just plain dumb



Now and then I pace my place
I can't retrace how I got here
I cheat the light to check my face
It's slightly harder than last year


Then all at once it gets hard to take
It gets hard to fake what I won't be
Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised
And it's such a waste to grow up lonely

I still have dreams, they're not the same
They don't fly as high as they used to