hit the escape button

you cannot start afresh
tomorrows are prolonged todays
the thread will tighten
once you secure it.
hit the escape button
if you find one.

where are you satya?

asshole. still
you are our neon light
shining bright
with pot fumes and cheap talk
in bars,in our cramped rooms
how come we value you?
you never show up
the knight in rags
the hero dreaming
of homlessness
and nights at atms
victorious always
with that crazy look,
the boy who sells the world
with flair.

loss for words

why does everything have to have a meaning?
conditioning i suppose.
loss for words
becomes a hearing aid
for me.

near enemy lines with a ciggerate at midnight

a dead giveway
talk about smoking being injurious to health.

for shame

in my nightmare
never in my dreams
you tresspass.
why do you want me to
dedicate this to you.....
my bad luck and misfortune
my greatest failure

fool!if april was here.

the days of a dreamer comming to a close

the world is so harsh
at us dreamers
who love to laze and dream
don't remember the names
of famous persons who've said
similar things,
but i can promise you
they exist.

a ring and two other things

i gave you a ring and two other things
which you threw away
yes, plenty of reasons
and this and that
it never fails to amuse me
that you can't stand me
a brief applause
then as the curtains close
we realize how much
we hurt.

while changing the tyre

while changing the tyre
he spoke of his childhood
i was just a hitch hiker
no plans.
       the things he spoke of
made sense; dreams,daydreams
i had them too, watched them fade
like mud patterns by the seasonal rain.
now he only had a car
and the road, which to him,
had become a second rate drama
playing over and over again.
after it was over, we drove off
while i turned back to observe
the moment blur and dissappear.

the point when the wave touches the shore

the point of contact isn't brief,
eternal flirtation    but
nobody pays attention to
that sexual tension.

a table and a chair

 the difference between you and me is
i stand on the table while you sit on the chair.
i deduce we come from different places.

my friends have names

my friends have names
like other people's friends,
a wonderful discovery
that makes me note
it's about time i change mine. 

the absence of signboards

a truly horrifying sight,
is the absence of signboards.
is this still earth?
oh don't worry
it won't be soon.

-what did i mean by that?
oh i see
thanks to the man with a sign on a board.

a pen jammed in an electric plug.

which begs the question
when?
no, scratch that, why?
maybe how?
all of it is far from the point,
which leads me to the motto
that is relevant or not
i leave it to you
"don't mix pens and plugs, together
                                       they are unfruitful"

why is that the question?

dear friend, why is that the question?
don't you have another?
answer me?
what about my questions?
will you answer convincingly?
perhaps not.
maybe after afternoon tea,
after gazing at far away
and far away's fingerprints.

shouldn't we just part
in silence?

chords of a guitar

first the strings sweep
the bars, an echo
resounds and will not fade.
a sentence, made up, can
sing.
says the chords of this guitar.

1.wine glass 2. a lighter

sexy thing, a wine glass,
when you raise it to your lips
daring intimacy.


i lit my ciggerate with a lighter
right now as i write.
ugly thing, but such a comfort.






ps:i know my grammer's awful, let me be:)

a saturday cloud

i remember waking up to a saturday cloud
on saturdays...evidently.
a nice feeling.
 clouds are my suns since
and the moon equally enchanting
in its various forms.
 

you and people in the background

like i always tell you,
you are in the spotlight.
good fun and nice memories
have clouded us both.
it's never too late to start walking hand
in hand but also
please remember,
     we are capable of running.

change

by change i mean money
money, whoever thinks about money nowadays,
only the unhealthy.

people have said a lot of things,
made clever remarks
particularly one famous guy
who believed in change very much.
i know it's horrible
being this optimistic
let the fool's noise be remembered too.

tomorrow

i feel awful being serious
it's funny to be, takes time to adjust.
only if the world could be a safer place...