a poem

i used to be a story
mystifying people
with my existence
leaving them
alone
wondering what’s at the end
with questions
lots of misguiding answers
at times
this story had different
colors
colors of seasons
doodling of emotions
interest
in someone else’s life
someone
completely irrelevant
this story had it all

but then
it all became short
straight-forward
no bullshit
no colors
nothing
there was no one
to doodle
there wasn’t any mystery
just things
to ponder upon
words, that don’t tell
but ask
what is it
that you make of us
not secretive
but not revealing anything
either

& all of a sudden
the change
sorted them out
the ones who understood
the truth
of those words
stayed
and others who looked out
for thrill in the stories
swayed away

for that story has
now become
a poem.

who are you?

who are you?

 

i wonder

sometimes

 

standing before my mirror

young and beautiful

more than anyone

i’ve known

collecting your hair

in a sultry satiny way

as i stand behind you and

watch

 

sitting on the corner

of my bed

lost in your

make believe world

a pen in those

potter hands

and eyes deeply lost

in the lands

etched farther than

any horizon can

see

 

telling me those dark

twisted fantasies

of all your years of existence

as i listen to

the voice behind those

words being

spoken

 

who are you?

 

i wonder

sometimes

 

when i get lost

in your deep blue eyes

it’s a long road back

and back to where?

 

i think

i don’t need to know

up, up and boom

i’m out of dark stouts

the car splashed all over clothes

they stole my bike

they stole my painting with

two purple eyes

bugs climb on the windows

my will’s broken

my string wouldn’t play the

damn riff

but the stock market went

up today.

be

wishing away a
secluded life
of being useful to people
to whom
it is easy to do good,
i kept walking
on the paved roads
of selfish

wishing of work
which one hopes
may be of some use,
i kept moving
my fingers
trying hard to open
the empty drawers
of greed

wishing in the
moment
for the perfect
moment,
i kept denying
why
everything exits
why
everything is

but then
i stopped
ceased my work
and looked
around

wishing to be
happy
i found,
if you want to
be happy,

be.

social

the colorful sketch of lights
shots of blistering bass

two bouncers
one alright and one scary
his way or
no way

ten thousand hats
block your way
as you ignore and smile
your way
through the usual complaints

you shake your head
hoping it’s enough
but it’s never
enough

the wait of drinks
filled with stories
rumors
lies
lust

they all want
the conquest
but only one can be
the king

they get out of
pedestrian zone
driving their way
to the grind
you wait to piss
the wall’s your best friend
drunk on beer

little spots of you
dripping down on the floor
get lost in the sea of
cheap rum and coke

zipping up you
march in to
meet more
friends.

Yesterday

seems like yesterday
i was up and coming
in a place

where the sky wasn’t
this big
and the strings
swayed the mortals
who believed
religiously
in their fate
hanging by the limbs
of an ancient tree
of life

where the herd
blew the individuality
away
and the monarchs
led the way
to an alluring
yet disdain future

where loneliness
when not desired
comes easily
but in times of need
it shies away

nothing much has changed
since
but me and the days
for now it seems like
yesterday

but yesterday
it was
today.