Let Sleepy Man Lie
February 1, 2008 | Filed Under Poetry | 1 Comment
am the sleepy man
the groggy-eyed super-hero,
who saves the world ©
i make it a beautiful place
for your children to live in.
in my dreams.
i am so sleepy
it’s not funny
i sleep at night
to make the world more sunny
i will sleep in the day too
if u give me some whisky
or rum
and don’t ever ever
show me the deadly cup of kapi
my greatest enemy
the world will be awake
and everything dead
i am the sleepy man
i will save the world for you
if you let me sleep
whiff
January 17, 2008 | Filed Under Poetry | 1 Comment
it felt like yesterday,
when i asked you,
what perfume you were wearing?
you said, “green tea”
i said, “i drink green tea”
you thought i was obnoxious
and today,
when i drank darjeeling tea
from my cup at ccd
a few drops of the potion
fell on my hands.
i could smell your memory
i am still obnoxious, you know,
i rubbed the tea bag on my palms
and smelled them for a while
The Last Song of Hope
December 16, 2007 | Filed Under Poetry | 2 Comments
Hurry up Spikey!
You will miss the bus.
I couldn’t find a dove today,
She must be waiting for me,
I didn’t send her my love today.
Upon the street a fool man walks,
Too drunk with his foolish talks,
He didn’t drop his line today,
He’s running low on wine today.
Hey Kitkat, hang in, don’t throw your shoes
They are green and they beat the blues.
Monday morning comes like flamingos,
A tad too late to celebrate,
A tad too early, to count our woes,
I can wait you know, I really can,
I drink beer, I drink beer,
I eat the beach, I drink the sea,
And when they flash at me, I take a tan.
Wait dear boy, it’s not yet over.
The last song of hope -
Here, catch this rope, and sire,
Don’t struggle, it’s not the sea, it’s the mire.
Hi there, I am a hug seller.
I sell hugs, one for one rupee,
After the 2nd the third is free.
(I know there’s a better deal.)
But I can’t kiss you know, my lips are burnt,
It’s a tragic story, that I can’t tell,
Let’s just say, you have to earn the kiss,
The roasted kiss that I can’t sell.
Two little birds on a tree.
One says hello, one says hi,
One bakes me a word filled pie.
Fill my glass, with wine you jerk.
Did I call you a jerk, you jerk?
There is something awfully wrong about me,
I can hear the music, but I cannot see,
The winds are changing you know,
Changing for good, you old pile of wood.
And when the wind changes,
I will drink my wine with a straw, you jerk.
Sidd boy, I crossed the Ganges, the dirty Ganges,
They fucked her bad you know, I couldn’t save her.
I am running away, I can’t save anyone, anymore.
Let me go.
The music, it has stopped. And I am ready to cry.
Almost ready, like – almost famous.
But my tears have to wait a bit.
It’s just the hiatus, no fucking shit.
Who cares for the king’s permission anymore?
Don’t drop dead on me, my friend,
Here hold my hand, lead the way.
We are just two blind men wearing thongs,
Making crude remarks, singing lewd songs,
You lead the way, your imagination is better than mine.
They didn’t understand me the other day,
They thought I was saying something profound,
I do not know my exact words, but it went like -
“Blah, blah, blah, something something, bullshit, bullshit,”
And then I said, “Another round.”
And then they all clapped in glee, and waited for another simile,
And they waited, because I had to pee.
I wish you Shakira my friend, I really do.
Her hips don’t lie, and so don’t I.
But she is an illusion, don’t you think?
But wtf, so are you.
Sing me another song, my friends.
I am dying slowly. The world is a one long cigarette.
And there’s hardly anything left to smoke.
Red smoke, red smoke in the air,
Open your eyes if you care,
If I have ever made you sigh,
Wave your arms and say goodbye,
I am feeling Mr Mesmer Mesmerized,
And my blood is all vaporized.
Sing me the ‘Last Song Of Hope’
As I rise into the sky.
I could have been the Christ, you know.
But I never tried.