a dream is dead.


so walk slowly
don’t put your heavy
foot forward
stay away from the light
let it mourn over
the death, a dream has
just incurred.

let the light reflect
what it could have been
and create a shadow out of
what it has become.
do not whisper
for you may delay
its existence and
a connection with me
in a new world.

but don’t walk away
just stay, and notice
what happens after you killed
your dream last night
over a cup of coffee
you put on the blinds
and brushed it aside from
your life.
you celebrated your eyes
soon after that
and ignored the cries
coming from the floor
oh, how cruel a man
must be not to feed
and kill the child
of his own.

be careful, you’re stepping
over the line
just stop breathing
and let it die
and go back to
chasing what normality ensues
after a one last sigh.

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your eyes will study the lines
on my face, one day
though you are somehow unaffected
from the breathing of space
or the words i say.
amidst the picturesque explosion
of a pixelated city
you smile so dim
giving in to its sanity
your bones down to earth
is the apparition worth
your time?

or would you rather
come with me, and fly
to a place where your eyes
don’t have to
reach out for the light
where peace still lives
and recites the might
of an ignored perspective
of a beautiful painting
that never sold, that
never paid the bills
of my soul.

it’s all just made up
either in my mind, or lives
in between the intricacies
of these rhymes.
your eyes navigate carefully
through the trail my words
left, and follow the smell
of my air, slowly giving in
to the safety of my lair.

just stay there.

 

 

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venice.


i will admit
i was scared
of going into the great depths
of the vast entirety
of the pacific
when you called my name
from a thousand waves
apart.

each print of
my firm footprints
was quickly excused
from its existence

unlike the little boy
in my memories
who had nothing but heavy water
all around him
knocking impatiently
on his head
trying with all its might
to scream
as he
who once had the surety
of the ground
was then slowly going
down,
and further away,
and further.

until the bottom met
his head, and
he realized in that
moment
it was just water.

that moment came back
to me, as i dragged
my dead feet towards
the voice that i’d
give
everything for.

it’s just water.

but there was no need
for reinforcing the facts,
for the entirety
of the pacific
almost didn’t exist
in front of
the vastness of the love
that
that voice carried.

is it too much to ask for?


“Stop playing this again
and again. I’ve heard enough
about suicides.”

and everyone looked up
from their phones.
she was standing in the middle of the bus.
even from the back
her large green backpack
and a tensed face, stood out
amidst her shout.

“I know what these messages
mean. Stop these damn things.”

and we just laughed
at the back
at her understanding of
bus announcements. even though
none of us knew
what they meant. we were
just smart enough.

“What? Do you think suicide is funny?
You think I’m crazy? I have a
bachelors in Psychology and a Masters.”

and our eyes grew even further
apart as we saw each other’s faces
and we laughed even more.
we said, man she’s on
drugs, or had too much to drink.

“I don’t drink. My last drink
was 9/9/2012. I had a sprite
tonight. They mixed something in it
and, and, they did something and
I got out of there. I don’t drink
alcohol. I don’t. I need help.”

and we didn’t believe
a word she said and carried on
bonding with each other over
a drunk middle aged
woman shouting in the bus
and I met Brian
who just had a couple of drinks
and Jamie and her two friends
were 16 and never drank, and
Lee was high.

“You all think I’m crazy
but I am right. I work with, I know
about suicides, and I studied
psychology and you shouldn’t do this.
Stop these messages please.”

and a couple of stops
later, she got off
and quietly walked away from
the street into the dark, and
disappeared.

It was 11:15 PM.

we laughed a bit more,
and then just sat there
looking away from each
other, in a strange silence.

surprise surprise


Hello there lovely people,

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Cheers!

don’t know what to call this one.


I picked up my pen
last night
to tell you
why I still keep your
shampoo in my bath
but soon as the ink
started flowing
my body started to
drown in the bubbles
of our past
the time when I thought I knew
what love is
and then crossed
our paths.

and the time stopped
moving around, it got up
and set on a
straight line
it followed your lead
into your exploration of a new space
while I watched
helplessly, from behind.

and soon my pen
danced under the dim light
and drew the ink
from my heart
you took those moments
away, from me
and all I was left with
was some words on a page and
your shampoo, in my bath.

take both, my dear


I force my eyes to sustain
the little opening they can afford;
wish I would have listened to him.

with the spirits starting to dance
and breathe in the air
I sigh
and stare into the eyes of
the night, when he made the crowd
swoon over the blues
of his fingers.

I pause like photos
as the silence of the dark whispers
empty streets murmur whistling tones
the haze of street lights
and my eyes have found
a resemblance.

it’s all going dim.