this day

sometimes the day stops

yet the night hours away

the clouds keep spinning

the sky stops

it’s dark, it’s grey

and the dead sparrow

is sitting in its nest

eggs that will die

in the monsoon rain

the night is hours to come

yet you move a step

towards another step

shivering

hsaptus:

“I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.”

—Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game (Doubleday, 2009)

(Source: kitty-en-classe, via apoetreflects)

sleeping time

today
is yesterday’s grave
marked by stone
forgotten still
yet drops driven
into earth’s sojourn

ghost city

The golden city
of Aboron
stood glittering
on the sand banks
of shallow river Eva
and reflecting
into the water blue
lay her shadow brother,
the dark city Argho.
lost in the water grave
when the second
month of monsoon fell
the sky cracked open
and it rained frogs
for days and nights
millions of reptiles
croaking uniform
the flies left land
and settled in water
swarming round pillars
forever.

The 10 commandments by Bertrand Russell

1. Do not feel absolutely certain of anything.
2. Do not think it worth while to proceed by concealing evidence, for the evidence is sure to come to light.
3. Never try to discourage thinking for you are sure to succeed.
4. When you meet with opposition, even if it should be from your husband or your children, endeavor to overcome it by argument and not by authority, for a victory dependent upon authority is unreal and illusory.
5. Have no respect for the authority of others, for there are always contrary authorities to be found.
6. Do not use power to suppress opinions you think pernicious, for if you do the opinions will suppress you.
7. Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric.
8. Find more pleasure in intelligent dissent than in passive agreement, for, if you value intelligence as you should, the former implies a deeper agreement than the latter.
9. Be scrupulously truthful, even if the truth is inconvenient, for it is more inconvenient when you try to conceal it.
10. Do not feel envious of the happiness of those who live in a fool’s paradise, for only a fool will think that it is happiness.

misery’s child

every human contact
has brought me misery before
you too shall defile my heart
but before that
before the last dance of the grey doves
i want you to taste all part of me
my lungs, my kidney, my raging bile duct
judge then was i not foul,
a rotting disease?

waiting

for you, my darling
i will wait
even till the stars
shed their lights.

sleep well

sleep well, my darling
may dreams wake you
to follow the magic trail
of toad stools and yellow powder
and smoke that never escape
charms and secrets
till again

winning/ losing

what’s the point
of winning
an argument
if you end up
losing a friendship
through the clouds
and the silver lining
yet saddened by
your talk
what’s the point
of another word
and all is left
is the uncomfortable
silence

whitewashing

someone stood drawing mustache
on the statue of Shiva
millions spent whitewashing
the grey fence
a Taj made famous
by love’s final grave
million pebbles on the seashore
none will we save


note:
Shiva- the Hindu God of destruction
Taj- Taj Mahal, a marble monument made by Shah Jahan for his dead wife

the feast of love

i promised her my heart
she wanted my soul
a feast, she wished
of minute dreams
and surveillance tapes
of wooden letterboxes
and fancy key chains 
i gave her my today
she craved my tomorrow
all those sticking weeks
sweating with desire
and broken promises
it was a feast
and i was on the table
like a pig with a red apple
stuffed with love
she ate my heart first
and wanted more 

-Pluto.

THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE by William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

1892

call

i hate waiting
for people
to call me
the very idea
wears me out.

hope sucks

i hope i never disappoint you
i hope i never break your heart
i hope i reach you every time you care
we never do end our crazy start