Laugh, you wicked beast laugh
Let your laughter fill the air with joy
Let me laugh with you too you cheeky beast
Your laugh is the tonic to my sarcasm
Cry, you filthy beast cry
Let your tears flood the earth with sorrow
Let me cry with you too you gloomy beast
Your cries embalm my misery
Cheat, you foxy little cheat
Ensue pandemonium unto your breed
Let me sing the charade too
Your tricks fuel my magic
Cram, sitting on your gammy legs you crammer
Repeat the filth that they speak
Let them hear their words, thus stammer
Your cramming makes them half of wise
Roar, you king of the jungle roar
Let the skies be the witness of it
Make them run in fear
Their fear fills your purpose
Ramped, unto the ground you ramped
Shake the earth and bring your killers down
Let the kings be aware of the emperor
Yet in heard you keep calm
Howling wolves come in packs
And that lions hunt alone
They must’ve forgotten
Strength is in unison
They’ll be aimin’ Bullpup at me
Thinkin’ I’d be down
I’d be aimin’ AK at them
Gotta be in town
Today they are kings
Tomorrow they’ll be clowns
They be relodin’ them guns
While we’d shoot through rounds
Each day we fight
They wanna wipe us all
We won’t go down so easy
All they can is brawl
This bickerin’ all the time
Makes my head spin so much
Ma’ homies are all full
We’re gonna make a rut
There’s a drive-by
There’s bullets all around
Me gun yaps hello
They’ll all be dead now
Pa say nothin’ comes of it
Useless violence it is
Do theirs say the same?
Or ’tis what they’re missin’?
Too late to brush philosophies
Let them gun be singin’ melodies
Ma’ homies goin’ crazy
It is a murderous frenzy
Many of us are dead
Many of them are too
What comes out o’ this madness
A shot o’ whisky due
Payin’ homage; payin’ tributes
Payin’ a lot o’ this and that
We would have paid a lot
But red don’t make us mad
I’d be singin’; phonies ringin’
Save me the charade
Helots die martyrs
We die ace an’ spade
Written on April, 15, 2017
Depression is a hym that chases me every day
Yet I stay strong and keep it at bay
Much of my strength comes from within
Most of the people I’ve seen do nay-say
This morrow I am breathing, I am aware
While much of Syria has been burnt bare
So many this day will be bereaven
So many more will succumb to treason
Have you known troubles because eventually we do
Do you run through them or do you see through
It doesn’t work if every time you win
It is better sometimes to get a shock or two
Rise and take a walk, stay and have a talk
Do love you a feather, but love do you a rock?
For sometimes rock forms the bottom of the brook
Of life, in life unshod feather make you sob
Everybody can hate but it is hard to love
Your giant expectation is your giant cuff
If you are bound; how can you be profound?
If you are full of material how can you be fluff?
I have no name, no afflictions yet I am so little
The more envious I am, the more I am brittle
The stronger I get, the less I can fathom
I pursue not, let there be a riddle
I do not assume, no beliefs, I only know
I am limited to mercy, I have not a show
I wish to live longer but I am mere mortal
Yet I am a universe; like it I never cease to grow
They asked me how I felt
But will they feel the way I do?
They have been asking me this for so long
And I replied the same, I feel the same
“What a bitter chap!”
“Heavens! You poor soul!”
That is what they say
Clutter is a synonym of redundant.
Oh the music! that pain offers
Oh the divine! The way I suffer
But do I care and in turn become weak
Because if I become weak then they will too
That’s right! not strong.
The strong puts on a smile, and so did I
When a person breaks to tether and drowns in wine
Poised is not the word you use
And here I lie
Still searching for the cues
Same old… same old
“How come a soul as innocent as you are
Got into this heap load of mess”
“How come a soul so brave
Is heading only to regress”
“You know you have the potential to grow”
Are you the one I have to show?
Does this world needs know?
“You have become weak”
Do I always have to be strong?
“You reflect an image of the past”
What have you? The sixth sense?
And they went on judging with the same
Inane remarks… nothing intellectual
Why do they even judge, those dilettantes
When they cannot even conjure up something unique
They’re only chaps, I am a tome
“Prodigy? But look at the prosody
It is an utter tragedy
Where is the melody
All s/he feels is melancholy”
How can I feel properly
If only sheer criticism you have ever offered me
And pardon me if I am speaking too loud
I hope I did, and how did it sound?
Isn’t it tough to dine in on something so profound?
Bitter or same?
I hope I have sounded the same.
Pic. Credits – Pixabay
# Most of my poetry happens when I am writing letters.
Burn my demons
Tend my soul
Love my child
Tender it’s coal
Brighten my darkness
Bring me hope
Improve me my love
Make me dope. Make me dope. Make me dope.
Tranquillity of your tacit powers
would balance out my truculent mental turmoil.
The depth of irises of your eyes, so dark,
that they would encompass all my gloom
and thus I would agape to the azure of sky
and be able to sense the truth
of the beauty of its colour once again.
As I enunciated the sentences of my idyll,
You would flash up
and speak of my mores laconically
whilst I would regress to my own parody.
Your smile would melt the most curmudgeonly hearts,
like a placebo for the most precarious of persons
who would succumb to depression.
Those palms of yours, their touch is emollient,
it would mess up my unintentional pedantry.
As those slender beautiful fingers of yours
would slip down all the way to my wrist,
and thus I would skip another
of my precious heartbeats but I don’t care — for you
are worth skipping hundreds of them.
As I would parse you whilst displaying my idiosyncrasies
only adored by a few, I’d be pumped up with plethora
of recondite feeling of what we call love
But what love can be the love that could be written down
So I’d rather not write it for it is meant to be felt
And so my love I urge you to feel it and know how much I feel the same
If you’d be breaking apart,
which would be least entertained by my dogma.
I would alleviate the somber
to preserve your subliminal child
From The M of Me,
To the E of thee
To you my love, to Love, Peace and some other nonsensical pursuits.
# Don’t ask me of the reply. 😀
And the photo is just there cause I loved it, it is of a spotted reindeer from Ranthambore National Park.
Eighteenth poem from Emotions.
They say I am too weak for the strong
For the problems that will come along
They did fooled me mind once too
Into thinking that I am no one but who
But I have the mettle of a soldier
I harbour great courage in my holster
And if the winds would turn even colder
My manners likewise will get even bolder
And just like from the moment I loved her
Eternity will I keep — evermore shall I hold her
Yeah! the very situation I am into
The same years ago not a day or two
I took the road that lead me to the now
To the point that I am — hereby avow
This goes to every shard of trouble
Every mistake that shook my hull
Everyone who discarded my doctrine
And took away oh! what was mine
This thank I pass from my heart
For all of it all put me at vanguard
Yeah! the very air that I am breathing
Is something I have to keep my faith in
I am facing the evolved form of the ago
Yet I’m a conformer harbouring lesser ego
So I would do what I can do — must do
From a gloom of the common I grew
What I have now is what I will cherish
For nature needs no unfit for they perish
Behold the mightier and superior of me
I present myself from head to toe to thee
Take away my substance — all material
But no one can take away my will
Smirk all you can at me, might be your perk
Steal all but you cannot steal my hard work
This situation is a challenge to me
And like every sportsperson he or she
In all ethics accepts it in good spirit
So shall I — this is the prayer of my wit
Tell me all you can for it is all you can do
No can quit, no can turn, never shall do
Give me chocolates my love
No I said and that was all I said
Why do you deny me of it?
What do you fear?
And I said holding her near
Ask me not of what might kill you
Ask me not of a poison
And things that tear
Give me guns my love
I asked why and that was all I asked
Why do you question?
Why do you care?
And I said placing my hand on her lips:
I need to know — for you might kill them
Ask me not to unleash mayhem
And then flaunt in veneer
Give me a pot of gold my love
I said: take it and that was all I said
Is that all?
Will you not ask of why anymore?
And I said, kissing her
A pot of gold is worthless to me
There are things more precious
Ask me not of gold or of what I do not hold
Do you still wish to be here?
And she said: My precious…
All the boxes of chocolates
Are not sweet enough
All these bullets in my guns
Will be fired by you as such
And this pot of gold you hold
Is as worthless to me
As it is to you
You are my asylum, be crystal clear