Sunday, August 21, 2016

A better world



The world would have been better,

Without us  bipeds roaming around,
And light being slower than sound.

The world would have been better,

Without the X chromosome meeting another X,
And the Y determining the sex.

The world would have been better,

Without the rules of civilization laid down by retards,
And individuals being able to rob others of their innards.

The world would have been better,

Without people like me taking birth here,
And finding our place else somewhere.

Monday, July 18, 2016

Quote the price

Everything seems cheap,
In this market,
People unaware of their worth,
Sell themselves in a bracket,
You don't get it boy,
This is one huge racket,
People feigning identities,
Till they finally sleep in a casket.

Fuck them all,
These lives so small.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

An ode to the loyal cigarette

She rests in the comforts of my fingers,
I love the feel of her, close to my skin,
A fire lights her up, unexpectedly,
She burns, and I just suck her in.

There arrives a point,
When her butt starts feeling the heat,
She stings my lips, as if moaning in pain,
But she burns, not giving up on me.

Then there is a time, when you realise,
You can't drag things around,
With heartfelt gloom, I chuck her,
She hits the floor, without a sound.

I can't see her reduced slowly to ashes,
I ease her pain crushing her to death,
With Gods witness to our true love,
She continues to live in my breath.

A Failed life

And the pale blue sky,
Changed along shades of grey,
The heavens rained vengeance,
In a class of its own, persisted the day.

On days like these,
Stories weave themselves,
They speak to me of distant lands,
Of angels and demons, of fairies and elves.

And oblivious to the crowd,
My conscience becomes a wanderer,
It's a beautiful world in there,
Deep inside, down and under.

I live these stories,
As long as it pours,
With the rain gone,
I rereat to my lowly odd chores.

Maybe someday, I won't depend,
On anything but self to free my mind,
Tell me mate, one last time,
Wouldn't that be a sight?



Thursday, July 7, 2016

The holy bottle

Drowning in the bottle,
You don't fight to breathe,
Letting it all go,
You close your eyes and leave,
This world so undone,
By its own decree,
The body is laid to rest,
Your soul is free,
You wander the other worlds,
The utopian dreams come true,
You know, the only person who ever mattered,
Was and will always be you.
Here's to black over white,
And to the one above everything you ever knew.



Sunday, June 26, 2016

Solitude

Reticent meditations,
Of an ascetic mind,
Virulent ramblings
Of a different kind,

It's only the road ahead,
With turns that blind,
He must travel light,
And leave everything behind,

So he chucks the world.
Into the shit sack it belongs,
He starts his journey afresh,
With the road and his songs.

He's roamed for years,
In search of peace,
In this night of solitude,
He has finally found bliss.

Takes time,
As it sinks in,
Somewhere inside,
Somewhere within. 

Switching chapters

The poet got stuck,
The reason? The muse.

Having read,
Her mind, her soul,
He knew,
This was the dead end,

He needs to close,
This Chapter that never was,
And explore,
Virtues worthy enough,

Progressing his story,
With genuine stuff,
For fallacies suck,
And he wont give a fuck,

What he wants,
is what he should get,

He wont buy,
Made up scenes,
Your shit is non existent,
It's business he means.