Tuesday 22 October 2013

All is well till it isn't


Die Die Die
Die Norma Jean Die
Try a nook
Try a razor
Try some fire
or a river
Die on a war front
like a young soldier
or on the streets of Paris
like a leprous whore

fall to an ottoman blade
in a crusade for Jerusalem
gasping your hollow ecstasy,
or die as a stranger to your mother
on her dried up Sudanese breasts
or
Die in some food eating competition
while eating yourself
Die in Syria
they have just found some oil there
drink it and light yourself
become Ghazi

eventually
just die in some gutter of insanity
with juiced up absurdia
in your hipster veins
We do not care.
You are just a story
to be told during puberty
& not to be followed.
you die,
Die again.
For thousand times
so we can embrace
your essence
with our hands
on the frenzied cocks of
our empty corpses
& our bankrupt suffering
towards sufferings
of all.

we have sane libraries
where,
everything stinks
rational & irrational
where,
every moment is written &
Whatever written is everything.
I am an orphan of my generation.
Sitting here
on a window of a civilization of my time
with a melancholy smile.

Norma,
Wherever they have deported Alice
take me there.
Where chaos is ecstasy
Take me there.
Till then,
I sleep here peacefully
thinking peace.

Friday 18 October 2013

Just a Poem

On a quiet evening,
this city folded
into usual mosaic moments
looped in solitude

streets were alive
With people's hunger.
Hungry people were
going home
or looking for one,
to make love or
to be loved.

industries were
sleeping dead for a while
like a tired prostitute
after eating iron and
shitting this century

on such an evening,
I walked along
on its shore
from one streetlight
to another
breathing,
aching,
rotting,
diseased
& making love
with her.

We had seeds.
Seeds of ideas
to answer
every question
with another question.

we had our poems
to bring anarchy
into these fossilized
labyrinths of sanity

we had
our unquestionable love
for the humanity
& peace.

I said,
'darling,
lets drink & laugh,
let's make love
For one last time.
Then let's hold hands
and walk where
this city burns.'

and
without a word,
she just smiled
same as yesterday.