Stars That Never Rain
The other day, I thought about writing to you about you.
Nothing filled up that was worth letting go
Caught up in the process
I started with your name, spelt wrongly
and out of the line; precisely the kindgarten way
next I drew you and I holding hands but staring into different directions, perhaps aiming at little stars that never rain
Drawn out of desperate and angry looking fingers
Your face disfigured with patches of black spots and undone make up.
You should flip---
You would see the next page softened with ink poured accidentally but intentionally left to spread
Buried In Your bones
Mr. Independent
I don't know what to give you
I don't know what to get you
Mr. Independent
You control time and space
But you don't know how they function
Mr. Independent
You give lo-ve in essence
You don't know how to earn it
You thought me how to cave in
To your needs and wanting
I don't know what to get you
That will lift my ego
A giving that will weigh than feathers
I see through you
But I didn’t see who you were before you rose to
Independence, independence, independ...
Now, I see through you
But I didn't see who you were before
You formed ashes in the clouds
My independent
When I give you gold coins
You swallow them
And they return as gold leaves
Mr. Independent
When I clean your floors
Your pour unto it debris
When I distill your water
You pour in earth
I can't think what to get you
Mr. Independent you said
Clothes are for those
Who are naked and can be seen
That life is for the living
That death is for those who are done smiling
And wanting
You once said;
Every smell and harmony is the motion of ghost, air and fire
So no need for music and wreaths
No need for the air to be fresh
No need to wait and wait
For the pearls that you’ve often begged for
For every material desire is buried in your bones
How was heaven?
It was her first Christmas
She sought to breathe foreign air
On that night, many other things happened
Apart from she accepting gifts from the likeness
Of Budha and Saturn, the likeness of Iblis and heaven
From Israfil and Eden
Her beloved was in his reverie
Gathering ideas on what gifts he should shower her
He would think of a mirror as large as the ocean
He would think a portrait of her as large as Neptune
He would settle and resettle on a star other than the sun,
That would cease the intrusion of the moon upon her soul.
When he settles and sees how unusual the idea is
He would gallop like a horse about to find the water of life
And the next moment
Chant like a traditional priest about to make sacrifice unto his deity
Until dawn passed and the day ended
Life is full of lovers who will engage in false romance
They make bold moves
Bite our necks
Stimulate our nipples
Until after we are about to reach heaven
They drop us unto earth
Wear our clothes
After which they ask you
How was heaven?
Sometimes they dream that they have sacrificed themselves,
Their soul on our behalf
But the lover speaks
No,
I am breathless
I am choked with smoke
Not from the burning of your desire to touch my soul
Instead,
From the burning of my soul to stop loving you
Bargaining God-a Price
I wonder if religion is an abracadabra in the midst of a thousand believers with dynamite in their hands.
They learnt how to train angels to be numb
They also learnt how to create trees that teach you to find peace in dead lotus,
To loathe grasses,
They teach you how fire breathes without the magic of a genii from the East.
Let there be a ghost
And here comes a ghost
From the lamp.
Let there be a genii
And here comes a genii
With the magic of a ghost full of promise and smiles.
We shall get there
Remember how we learnt to throw caution to the wind
While finding happiness in strumming one happy chord.
We can fly with no wings and voice
Without being scared of losing to the Angels
We can also learn how to live without breath
Without having to pull the angels down to earth
We shall tell God
Earth is now a playground of gamblers and bargainers
We shall negotiate with him to do our business in heaven
And God will answer
How could you put a price tag on me, me, me
How could you sell a product you don't own?
Soliloquy of a lifetime
I don't feel honoured when you get lost in my dreams
These wet roses, if I crash them they die
But their perfume lives forever in these hands of mine
You have shown yourself as a ghost because you think I will crush you in your real form.
You paid me to love you
You promised me dust to dust and ashes to ashes as my reward,
That's double fold
You claim I step your boundaries in loving you
You go crazy when you dry your clothes and I pray for rainfall
You never bother to ask me about my intentions
You throw those shoes away because the demons tighten them around your little feet
Your soul has been demonised
You said you are sorry
That you aren't ready for any conversations
But you kept on with the soliloquy
Speaking out loud, slept naked on the thorns and the bruises clothed your body.
You are always in the mood to be alone
Why then did you pay me to be your lover?
Why?
Ready to welcome the sun meanwhile your heart is a forest on fire.
Ready to rule a kingdom meanwhile you live in a graveyard.
And when I pray for rainfall,
You ask, why do I seek to wet your clothes
When I pray for a kingdom you ask questions that can only be answered by you
You are trying to fly on a left wing
How about I loan you a right wing with no conditions attached.
Someday, death
We have finally reached the fool’s paradise
A brothel with tombstones as doors
The strength of your heart
Fire you to walk through
These half dead half alive women
These dolls remind you of women
You have always wanted to encounter
How did they come by same birth mark?
They can't even tell it
Who even turned them into a forest,
With no walking path?
What answers can't you find?
Probably the most daring questions.
How did you become a human,
With caked brains?
The truth in your lies
Is only found in your mind
The lies in your truth is only found in the eyes of those who can't relate
People will gossip about you
For being a slave to master slaves
You spoke to these women to stop
Acting like dolls
Meanwhile you created them
So how dare you not find something else doing
Other than being a slave to dolls
You spoke ill towards the woman who accused her loyalty
Isn't that a pack of troubles already?
You can't tell if the brothel will be emptied
And if the brains of the dolls will be fluid someday
Someday when death will be salvation