LOSS OF A HERO AND THE DEATH OF A SAINT

For a moment less dramatic, and a silence secured

A day without screaming, so tears feel sore

By being misled or misunderstood

For me you’ve forgiven, forgotten to core

Better less emotion than drastic heartbreaks

Bigger to be alone than be lonely instead

Sometimes calm down rather laugh in your head

There are sparks of inertia lingering admits

A thought once conceived will never set you free

Ever single one will do its harm to thee

For my heart of steel and will at arms

It’s not wrong to think, if you can accept the chance

Never too late to bring back the memories you regret

Sooner than later you forgive and forget

Every thought is no longer as precious like I said

The days will seem longer than the sleepless nights in bed

The world’s smaller than what you thought it might

The energies that got wasted on giving us the light

Exhausted its powers on directionless fights

Yet my friend you keep looking for it right?

She calling you a cheater, you calling her a whore

Play with the same ideas till you come up with some more

Songs you listened to were so different before

Take all the space you needed to think

Make all the changes you wanted to bring

For-sake the night and day, only matter of a blink

Constant to her manners and the usual phone rings

Slower but steadier the days will fade

The pain will subside and the motions won’t ache

You will understand how futile was the blame

For the loss of a hero and death of a saint

Figures of speech will no longer make sense

The laughter that echo’s will flow out of your veins

No longer will the shadows resemble the bane

The world resurrected yet again.

What will you do different this time?

Change a few expressions alter some lines

Pretend you are better and brighter again

Pretend you are better and brighter again…

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Posted on March 31, 2013

MY MONTH OF SEPTEMBER

On the month of September, a day I don’t remember

I found myself standing at my window alone

Surrounded by footsteps and laughter from smugness

Which they gathered carefully form their experiences unknown

And yet I wonder what made them so tender,

But vicious and merciless to others mistakes

What once was the innocent habit of cruelty.

Transformed into addiction to directionless blame.

September, September, how I wish you were December,

Then I’d show you how shallow a month could really be,

Exploited by feelings so self cultivated that,

The harvest resembles the faces you see,

Surprising part is the mindlessness which gets

Often displayed at the presence of strange

I could never understand what joy you derive

Out of being September, not a month here or there

I’ve now grown to question my own intentions

For I feel so far away from what you just said

I don’t fit the box or the cube or the closet

Which you managed to built for yourself till today

I’m fine with myself now, I guess I’ve accepted,

That nothing I said ever made sense its true

Forgive me I wasted another 7 minutes

Now we can go back to thinking of you.

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Posted on March 9, 2013

ONE BUTTERFLY DIED

The quest was for you to find what you had lost

Instead you were arguing about the autumn frost

Remaining stood baffled underneath the stars

As the birds flew away when you remorse

Many stood on the soil you stand on now

I’m sure they felt exactly like you somehow

And yet you often drift into your cocoon

Wasn’t the idea to let your ego bloom?

Sufficient attention has been wasted on your thoughts

Efficient ideas never really swam across

And yet the talent is that you feel the same

The entire universe seems small again

Re-invent the memories which made you feel despair

Eradicate the theories which got lost in the way

Someday believe me you will come home

To everything you once owned, loved and outgrown

Looking out the window were your most important thoughts

It was how you felt about it and now how much it costs

It’s true that you are pretty and all that jazz

And need constant reassurance on established facts

Nothing really changed since the day you were born

Nothing will remain after you’re gone

Since you started this the show must go on

One butterfly died, dead thus so long.

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Posted on March 3, 2013

ONLY GIRL WHO COULD FLY

When we first met it was all over

And I was too scared to try,

To cheer me up you told me a secret

You said you were the only girl in the world who could fly

We went around looking for happy faces

And I always wondered if they ever cried

You said their eyes have gone to heaven

All they have now is the sense of sight

On Sunday morning you woke me up early

Said you had some business with the world

You wanted to see if the birds are still singing

Or did they all give up on earth

I always wondered what made you so happy and

Why everyone else got so mind-fucked

Then I remembered what you once told me

You were the only girl who could fly

Last November it was raining

I felt it was strange but didn’t bother why

I think I knew you sometime December

And I forgot to ask you why!

You look at a blank paper like it is a painting

Of two people who look happy to be alive

I wish I had the life left in me

But then all my tears have run dry

There was something about the mornings

You believed that you could read the skies

Like they told you the night will wash over

And they’ve been fixing this problem since the beginning of time.

Why stray dogs are always so afraid

And why crows always steal and fly

But somehow the man walking home from work

Will always forget the flowers for his wife

I wondered what made you so happy and

Why everyone was so mind-fucked

Then I remember what you once told me

You were the only girl who could fly

Surprisingly I feel you’ve changed

And now you like listening to blues

And Mr. Bright-eyes as I reckon is yet to get the credit of his dues

Sometimes I miss you more when I’m with you

Sometimes I think that I must be wrong

May be the girl just needs a reminder!

All the birds in the morning still sing along

He remembers to pick up the flowers today

For no particular reason on Friday eve

And the stray dogs had a feast with all the leftovers

Even the crows were all full till the morning breeze

The sun rose above a cloud-less dawn

As she conquered the entire east

All I have to do is kiss your forehead

And you know there can be nothing we missed

Now I know this secret you don’t

You are the only girl who could fly.

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Posted on February 4, 2013

FOUNTAIN

My fountain of Ego is running out of soul,

I found her standing aimless but bold,

I feel more strangled as the roads get wide,

I’m too tired to run and too scared to hide.

I started dreaming again, I’m not too sure why,

Perhaps I’m low, perhaps not high,

Needless conversations, senseless smiles,

I’m too tired to run and too scared to hide.

My fountain of Ego seems to have run dry,

I can’t find my tears, so how do I cry,

The faces I see everyday so bored,

Nobody’s playing and everyone scored.

Each street smells different every single day,

I never found god, so how do I prey,

I dug my own grave and buried my pride,

I’m too tired to run and too scared to hide.

My fountain of Ego has washed out and burned,

I started teaching before I learned,

I haven’t paid enough to get what I want,

Sometimes I surprise me, sometimes I can’t.

So speak my conscience why nothing to say,

I’ll see you tomorrow as I did yesterday,

No need for waiting its too late alright,

I’m too tired to run and too scared to hide.

So follow me my feelings, I’ve heard you too long,

This time I’m right and this time you’re wrong,

My fountain of Ego gave up my side,

My fountain of Ego against your ocean of pride.

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Posted on February 1, 2013

GLOW

Rise and shine Cupcake, the movie wasn’t that fake,
So walk around with duct tape, now that you found a clue,
Be kind to the rat race, for they invented fast pace,
In the middle of this circus, where did you lose your Glow?

Run down and lock the door, never saw the peacock snore?
The shades are not that low, the feelings still subside,
Who needs a zoo in a jungle? Who wants food when you’re hungry?
I’d have addressed your comfort, if you and I were thru.

Alkaline batteries, five point arteries,
Got a lid on your cavities, and the dentist was gay,
God had a hearty laugh, as he heard about the IT blast,
Called his wife and bought her flowers, screaming look how they lost their Glow!

Deserted were my prison cells, working on your oil wells,
Hi-risers on Times Square, with their porcelain insured,
Standing on the river banks, the fishermen and their broken wands,
Think about their dinner plans, where did we lose our Glow?

She watched him move the goods on dock, his hair was short and arms were long,
Resembling a good son to a drunken father dead, she felt alive no more,
He never saw another day, the boy the man and the tombstone grave,
So for the rest of her coffee break, where did she lose her Glow?

The ground shines with starlight, the stars never sparkled that bright,
The kite stuck in a dry leaf strike, as the electric wires sway,
I left as it stood low, my dreams have never seemed that slow,
I saw your shadow come too close and gave up some way.

Four matchboxes with no sticks, my head for me grew too thick,
I always knew I was a little sick, but then I never let me go,
So give me all I ever had, with the magic dust of your golden sack,
I don’t expect you to understand, just give me back my Glow.

I said you think I’m strong, whatever made me and you wrong,
I swear I wanted to play along, but it was not my day,
I wanted to be something great, so I broke everything I ever made,
All that remained is the after taste of what made me lose my Glow!

- AJ
January 31st 2011.