As heavy as always

August 8, 2012

#14 As heavy as always

As heavy as it gets
shovel my words -
there’s nothing
sweeter than a goodbye,
nothing hollow
than these bones.
Stuck
to the tyre,
rolling on forever,
it hurts …
once
in every cycle.
The idea
breaks into
many yawns
of early risers,
unhappy
yet up every morning,
expecting
red railings
in grayscale.

Afterglow

August 5, 2012

#13 Afterglow

When they
leave behind,
their glasses empty
on soiled cotton,
tables glad that
they have left.
Only the quintet
stares,
at the cables,
lingering the melody
of a melancholy
verse. It’s beyond time
to hit the city roads,
smell the cheap nicotine
and crack jokes
primarily
to be forgotten
and repeated every day.
Beyond time
to look at each other,
in tenors and
sometimes even lower.

Three years

August 3, 2012

#12 Three years

It took me
three years,
three longest years
to forget the child
of hope -
I will never see you again,
no petals at your window.
In wardrobes
of serial discomfort,
waiting …
larger than poverty.
The exile and
the heavy streets
keeping me away
from key holes,
as I said -
I’m not invisible.

Get me a drink,
I can barely move
my mind
from grey to a
deeper variety.
Allegations
and desires,
the urban tapestry
of sunlight
in the poison
of broken bricks,
absorbed …
All scattered and
contemplating.

Indoors

August 1, 2012

#11 Indoors

All your eyelashes
stick to
months of madness,
quiz of time.
Help me forget
these gashes
instead rainfall
however tropical -
cancel our
invitation.
Spend some alphabets,
spare the window
and read your nails -
guilty of
skinning past
my vapors
of
yellow and green.
Let’s not
step outside.