Monday, May 15, 2017

a million

it would take me
only a second
to think of a million horrible things
that I'd do
if only I could
get my hands on you
because I've thought
and I've thought
I've made lists in my head
I've perfected my methods till they shine
and I've tied off every imperfect thread
now all I've left is this
a ticking clock and waiting
I'll wait as long as I can
for what am i
if not a patient man

--
I just feel like writing threatening poems these days. I don't care.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

it kneels

imagine if you could
the feeling of power
complete
absolute
when you have a god
a literal fucking living god
kneeling
right there
scuffing the ground with its knees
a god, wheedling,
for a chance at forgiveness
for what sins
who the fuck cares
who the fuck even remembers
but the moment is here
in all its glory and fear
just breathe it in
and hold
hold hold
hold
till you feel bold
enough
for exactly this kind of stuff
as its tears wash the barrel of your gun
take a look at the rising sun
the fireball is getting bigger
what are you waiting for, man?
pull the fucking trigger

Saturday, May 13, 2017

the nail

if a storm brews in a team cup
do the mountains steep out rain?
butterfly wings and tornados
all reside in shadows

where does the light go
when we switch off the sun
inside the refrigerator
the door shuts the fun

the goblins are partying again
inside the washing machine
silent as mice, double as nice
they dance in their dreams

and here i sit
the king of idiots
with a nail stuck through my foot
did i step on it or hammer it in?

--
This day is like a fist in the face of everything pious and pure.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

sleep and other maladies

i should've been woke,
woke as fuck
but i sleep with my eyes open
a sitting duck

world moves around me
a blurred contraception
i spin sitting in place
a totem in my own inception

when i dare open my eyes
at times i feel so sick
i just want to lie down back
in my pod in some matrix

i will watch the world go by
as civilization crumble, men die
i will wake up in a thousand years or two
maybe i'll wake up with

---
sleep is a problem in these troubled times.

Monday, May 8, 2017

तलाश

मैं अपने मन के जंगल में 
हूँ ढूंढ़ रहा एक कविता को 
कुछ सुनी हुई, कुछ देखी सी 
कुछ भूली सी, अनलेखी सी 

भाग कर थक सा गया हूँ 
लेकिन मन में एक इच्छा है 
एक पंक्ति, एक शब्द, एक लय 
एक नयी कविता की तृष्णा है

हर पत्ती और हर वृक्ष से 
अब पूछ पूछ कर चलता हू 
देखा है मेरी कविता को?
या शायद कुछ सुना ही हो 

छाया मातम इस जंगल में 
सब फसे हुए इस दंगल में 
और मेरी कविता सरसराती
अब घूम रही है मंगल पे 

--
I probably suck at writing Hindi poems. But since when has sucking at something stopped me from doing it? 

Saturday, May 6, 2017

escape

every question
is a loaded gun
the answers
bullets for one

dig into an open wound
just to bleed for fun
and if they try to stop you
darling, better run

run till the blood is gone
and you're far away from here
till you're empty and alone
till you're free from all the fear

if you stop to take a breath
you will catch up with the pain
you better start moving
before you start to bleed again

--
silly lil fuckin poem

but, we all run.



Monday, May 1, 2017

the shards

take something broken
douse it with glue
but the cracks still show
some of them will never go away

with microscopic intensity
prepare, repair, despair
even if you join a torn thread
the knot will always be there

take all these shards
grind them into dust
throw them in the air
and please, breathe it in

these cracks are like memories
nails in the coffin of time
you scrub my skin till I bleed
but we can't get rid of the grime

--
what a useless day and a useless poem

where did this one come from

I have no idea


the circle

perfect paranoia
digital infection
dreams drag the dying
into a sleepless reaction
keys are like bees
flitting from word to word
rounding them all up in a circle
no name for this herd
it's 3 AM again
the timelines are all over places
imaginations infected
by the visions of diagrams of faces
so, come Monday
say hello to me
while I am too busy sleeping