Talk

They dont teach you to float, or sink even
they dont even have enough air t0 breathe in,
They undo everything they are told to do,
They crumble into invisible, see-through
mountains of decomposed teardrops when told to
believe,
They are always there to see you fall,
sometimes even when you sleep,
uncomfortably nightblind,
They hear everything and speak in deafening
silence,
They have slowly learnt to glare
after losing their eyelids last fall,
They rustle like leaves
and befriend shadows,
They live your lives for you,
when you try hard enough to die,
They are many in number
and none in weight,
They often forget to eat,
while smoking your cigarette when you
talk to pretty strangers starved of truth
or tense,
They all look alike when you conform,
they slowly divide before you find faith
They are too old now to caress your life
into cold damp meaningful fruition,
They are breathing closer now,
to your ear because you are alien to your
malnutritioned pillow,
They are nothing and everything
as and when you choose to talk,
They craft your dreams only when they die,
one night at a time, as you
outweigh your respective wombs,
They can stop you from looking at others
and dismember yourself instead,
They can become you
you can never fit their shoes instead
They can sqeeze in opulent lighyears of space
between
any two minutes in your life,
They stop people sometimes,
from describing them in words
or death

I hardly know them

For

They look straight back at me
from the mirror

Lights out

I know how to stand, like an inevitable corpse,

hanging my sight upon kegs of indifferent births,

I like to get born every now and then, more so the death

is as warm as a vein in euphoric pierce,

wrenching a puddle-full of tears onto this gardebn of night,

i take a walk under the neon sheen of my plastic eye,

The sun has remained that harmless pest,

a shameless visitor to my hidden room,

these blinds melt far too easily under the warm-gun-push

of his beam,

Far too naked in my pride to lurk like thickening water,

uncertain in my trickle, i behave like ink,

With a pastel prayer wrapped in high-grade cellophane guilt,

I talk to god,

Like this technicolour glee upon your eye, i sleep like a

fruitless bark,

You have had your fair share of fire,

dressed in library flavoured silence,

your eyes begin to look like black black soot

and time turns into an aimless habit,

For you are all love with

just a little taint,

God breathes beside

a fornicating saint,

But they tell me you know how to smile!

like a full moon starved of light...

a day in the life of dear friend death

Underneath the ink, a thousand trees cry

overhead the fall, wets his blue cloudy eye

right beside the feet, have never walked alone

a roll for a roll, a stone for a stone

And right when the man laid his bed not to sleep, or dream but lie,

they called him a coffin, and coffins dont really get to die

a stranded TV anchor with a slliced tongue

today, i need to crave,

a crumbling cave, i have no more mountains to eat, no more pages to dry

frequently so, a white flash of light

upon screens of celluloid polygamy, mothers and fathers naked

beware the night,

she shines like a hollow star, between clouds and curtains of space,

dreaming her dreams, growing her hair, speaking like a death in wait

i have received the rainman's parch, lips torn teeth biting the air

today, i feel the bottle break without a sound, just a trickle

of heavenly red, this is why neon eyes can never bend

'how many more?' asks the asphalt to the moon,

'i have some time to kill, a lil innocence to buy'

'just bury me alive if i fail to die'

'just undream my dreams and let me cry'

do you?

do you wait?

like a street-lamp for the night to end,

for its too late for the early bird to prey

do you breathe

like a wine, through cork and fleshy stain,

satin you become with eyes in constant rain

do you care?

like an unborn mother with a baby to drown,

too many horses with paid saddles to mount

do you live like this word

like this word chasing your eye,

the world's a stage, we could be better lies

do you have?

what others dont like the air you breathe,

just like the tree trying hard to bleed

do you sell?

your soul for for bread and time,

living on roots and wheels and a lil rhyme

do you know?

enough to own your shadow, before you die,

renember your broken mirror was never mine

do you die?

to live or live to die,

upon your stage, i'm a better lie