QUAKE / QUANTUM
The son doing things in the phone
that the father only dreamt of.
The quiet pious daughter wrecking havoc online.
The phone was the only family everyone had.
Mother Earth was so angry
that she shook dispassionately in angry haste and
opened her mouth wide with a shrill cry.
Everyone's phone and computer
and what-not fell into the cracks.
And then she shut up and relaxed,
bringing everything to the start again.
And leaving humans with their last possible quantum of humanity.
PROBLEM/ PAIN / PATIENCE
At the edge of all patience,
fed up with the pain of living,
I stood before the open window.
The rope on the fan waiting for me.
I was sure
I had the greatest problems in the world
and none will understand my ache.
What is love, bread, life, peace without
that whiI don't have.
Ah! My great problems were only great
until I heard the neighbour and his wife arguing
whether a rope to hang clothes
was as important as bread for the hungry children,
with the week's savings.
OBLIVION/ ONUS
If the dazzle of this world blinds you
and the made-up faces
and individuals interest you,
you are the one for me.
You are one of the billions,
not my one in a billion.
If silence and darkness haunt you,
you will die of suffocation in my life.
For when you wished to be with me,
you should know I am a strange being.
Not your regular born-sucked-dead guy.
I am the best creation of my Lord.
When I embark on my journey towards oblivion,
you have the chance to come along
and be popular in my world of two.
NEXT/ NOSTALGIA
I am burying bits of me in the hearts
of all those who love me,
for you I am preserving the heart.
There can never be a next after you.
In you I will pour myself to such depth
that you may lose yourself but never me.
They have a word for the endless evenings,
those entwined fingers, those entangled eyes,
those words and sweet nothings,
every passing moment will become our past
and sum up as nostalgia.
That strange sweetness of our gone lives.
So when I leave this world and go to meet my Lord in the next life,
I shall beg him to grant me this bag full of nostalgia.
MYTH / MEMORY
What do you expect after all your transgressions,
lowly human? I am no god,
I know no forgiveness.
Your great words and high promises of forever
and whatsoever are all lying broken in the dingy lane
where we shared our first kiss.
Your soul had kissed mine and
that was tge only closeness we knew.
And then this!
This lie you uttered has pushed me away.
Too far your hands to pull back.
The myth of your love and titanic words,
has been wrapped in a sheet of shit
and thrown out of the cabinet of my memory.
LIBERTY / LIE
Standing right before the underpaid judge
and the perfectly blind lady of justice,
they emptied on me all their accusations.
They said I burnt their book,
and hid how they burned my whole house.
They said I cursed their mother,
and hid how they cut open dozens of pregnant mothers.
I was sentenced and they were freed.
They rejoiced at their liberty to lie.
I was apalled by the lie that liberty was.
KILL / KINDNESS
When the child saw the state
if the world it was being sent to,
much before its birth,
it cried to the mother, 'Mother dear, kill me,
for I know I am your dream,
but kill me.
Be kind.
I see a nightmare awaits me.'
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When the lover saw the dagger in his back held by his very own love,
he said, 'My love, twist it hard and pluck the life out of me.
Kill me by your hands.
Be kind, let not me live after this treachery.'