Hunger Too

Wake me up when thou hearest
The cracks under thy foot
Of bones fractured –
Hallow thy day and
Hallow thy night –
Unrepairable fragments,
A touch of candlelit dinners.
O what thine hour awakest
A heart beseeches for innocent
Souls – betwixt good and evil –
I lie alone in this forsaken cave,
A haply meeting with humans
Dismembered for my tummy.
Foul their tongues –
Ah juicy eyes and brains when
Crushed ‘gainst one ‘nother,
And juicy their limbs –
Thou hast guts filled with disgust
Rotten meat, my wanion – sigh,
Erelong the meal shall be dropped,
Argh, still filled with thy rotten meat!
I feel sleep,
Hunger, too.

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Today is for Tomorrow

Time’s quality assurance has passed
To never show an identical face,
And as ancient steps continue to rise,
Our fortune we start to embrace.

A night’s cloud may shed a tear,
The moon flooding the Spanish Arch,
Elements of nature to forever amaze
The young souls in their continued march.

I have learnt and I have taught,
The pen clicks to tick the clocks,
At least five years and maybe ten,
A gap to mind as the tick tocks.

In the coming days, in the coming weeks,
Angelic beings descend from our sky,
To foretell the beginning of a lovely date,
But for now, on this couch, I sluggishly lie.

Peaceful Announcement

Americans and Russians were once in alliance,
Found themselves passionately in defiance,
Once again no-man’s land is a tick-tock clock,
Airstrikes and gunshots to defile the flock,
Soldiers volunteering to follow orders,
Abandoning humanity and crossing borders,
They publicly expressed their well-thought strategy,
Not an invasion but an intricate remedy,
A mixture of burning spices for the skin,
To teach them a lesson – oh friends and kin,
I break internally, and externally I detest
The mention of war every bit of me in protest,
You see, I have seen the world,
East and West, warm and cold,
Never have I ever come across
Happiness being built on loss,
Rather, peace and harmony blossom many smiles,
And if you don’t understand, just walk few miles,
You will learn the nature of people
Is to share dreams with other people,
And never have I learnt a thing or two
About ethnic cleansing, the terrorising flu,
Contaminating air, rivers, and politicians,
Corrupting the trans-national corporations,
Feeding wars and starving mothers,
Drowning kids and hanging fathers,
Some sort of a deathmatch game,
As if guns and joysticks are the same,
Listen and take heed ladies and gentlemen,
And appreciate the voluntary service of this pen.

Recovering Humanity

Cherish humanity’s harmony
to spread a peaceful embrace
before the world shows its
sadistic sorrowful failing face
as thorns of agony pierce it
endlessly towards numbness.

Tremble heart into sadness
but bounce back and rest on
hopeful clouds that will soon
(soon my friends, yes, soon)
drench the scarred crust of a
once upon an earthly face
with the healing waters of life.

Painful Poetry

So never cry a poem out of pain
For it will painfully open a wound,
Once stabbed beyond comprehension
With a similar anguished cry voiced
Above all whispers of many men,
Letters emerging from their tears
To recreate a sonnet –
The love story between a wound
And an everlasting infinite dream,
Their coexistence reinforces an imperfect
Being to commence a burial ceremony,
The art established for mental
Initiation will relieve the copious
Lists of duties clouding the heart’s
Movement: forward into a brickwall,
Or backward into a timeless abyss,
Or maybe sideways until crushed
Down to the white bones immersed
In this life’s bloodpool,
The art of a painful sonnet
Is but an alphanumerical equation,
A method of encrypting many tearful
Men falling into a painful poem.

Magnetic Repulsion

Isolate –
Grievous choice for a being,
Unnatural resource for a grief,
To brief the skies on how to rain,
How to cry deathly oceans,
Tidal waves confiscating
The atmospheric breath,
Asphyxiation –
The unwanted echo
Of conservative shackles
Hardens the soft petals,
Brittle enough to break;
Shatter –
Into pieces from a touch,
The touch of no being,
Dissociate a nature’s bonds
That naturally intertwine,
Rejection –
A solaced love letter
From a year’s botanical
Garden to tread heavily
On illogical reasons
Claimed for protection,
And though reason draws
Many a constellation
(A portrait of some sort)
It fails to accept the interjection
Of the main character in
A novella as if everyone
Is still living in total isolation.

Morning Dew

Ladies and gentlemen:
To-day’s morning dew
Ventured out of my flowers
To send fresh smiles
In a colourful bouquet,
And my leaves (in trusting
The natural flows of gusts of love)
Have prayed for Eastern winds –
The warmth of many summers –
To embrace this friendship; bound westward,
Soaring over earthly matter,
And among heavenly matter,
And higher and higher,
Tune in and bemuse,
Muse on the music box,
Tuned in to her flowers,
And enters – the smiles of
To-day’s morning dew.