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Mar 3, 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.

Feb 4, 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.
Feb 1, 2013

FOUNTAIN

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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.
Jan 26, 2013 / 1 note

GLOW

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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.

Jan 22, 2013

BLACK ESPRESSO MACHINES IN FLUORESCENT SUNSHINE

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Aren’t there no tears, Glow from the pain.
Rainbow’s no fly, what tears in the rains.
What field be may, too big for the crop
What weigh the love, so small my grain.

And, now let be, fall not you cry,
Can’t you there be, rest will subside,
Rot now my soul, regret I must not,
For this defines, my beautiful Life.

Part lives her smell, in sound when she sleeps.
Shy where we are, not where we be.
Out-shine the fall, for pace now you feel.
Slow as the wind, fast as the tree.

Rare are so words, Know what we said.
So beautiful died, so beautiful dead.
Sound art my wave, be what you found.
Some you forgive, Some will forget.

Gave Signs but not, what good we be.
For you what we are, what we will be.
Known much forgot, perhaps much too,
Somewhere I now know, perhaps you will too.

So little my life, so little I gave,
So much I blind, Lost, Broke, Forbade.
How must I tell, So much not enough,
Whatever we be, is whatever you become.

For she still stands, quite as the sky,
Peace pick me up, O’ what disguise.
Raft in the wind, No waterfalls,
Waves crash the shore, waves crushed us all.

So sing my bird, for you are life,
What we take with, what we leave behind.
August Roman sky, that falcon glares,
What else can be pride from ashes to flame.

What share you ground, warm smell of bread,
For little we give how much we get.
There stand the boy, look through that glass,
What world he sees, so magic, so despair.

Come now my son, let’s all go home,
Not much to see we killed everything.
So filled with pride, for now we won,
But who shares the glory, now no one left.

Each tree will fall, each soldier crawls,
Each bullet fired, each target crossed.
So now what be, put gun to your head,
Wherever we stand, pull trigger fall dead.

What anger can do, but helpless you feel,
What loved by you, nothing but me.
So now I stand, as I did before,
Where do I point, I selfish whore.

Break everything please, let be nothing spared,
Let them not know, what we did today.
Save us the shame, strike off our names,
I rather disappear, than be hated every day.

My fault may be, intentions though true,
Seldom I believe, at what I can stare.
Forgive my impudence, for I’m far too young,
I beg u understand, for I’m you’re only Son.

Aren’t there no tears, Glow from the pain.
Rainbow’s no fly, what tears in the rains.
What field be may, too big for the crop
What weigh the love, so small my grain.

And, now let be, fall not you cry,
Can’t you there be, rest will subside,
Rot now my soul, regret I must not,
For this Defines, my beautiful Life.

- Aj
Mumbai - 17th march 2010 - 23:39