Monday, November 16, 2009

Get up and do something

Lose. Lose it.
Go out and kick a ball.
Write a poem.
Stick an illegal poster.
Pee on a wall.
Call the police and make retarded jokes.
Kill an ant.
Spray water in your room.
Jump from the first floor.
Ride a bike and swoon.
Howl at the moon like a wolf.
Break a cold-drink bottle.
Cross the road.
Spit water towards someone in the distance.
Play with a stick.
Poke someone. For real.
Make a bad joke.
Shut down.
Stop walking. close eyes, turn, and start walking.
Throw randomly selected keys away.
Fart. Be an ass.
Empty a bottle.
Wear the wrong clothes, inside out.
Dance like the music.
Climb a tree and scratch your name on it.
Hug a friend.
Drink some more water.
Calculate the risk of a very bad thing to do.
Judge someone and tell the result.
Move your ass.
Get up and do something.

Blew Me Away

I fear won't come again
that moment when, damn,
your face was brighter
than the light of that lamp

Telling me grown up
stuff and poetry
And desires and love
and rosy, forlorn history

I haven't had
many moments like that
with strong women
and faces that match

And that tilt of head
when hair don't part
and eyes egging me on
to figure out my heart

I had to jump a level
to match that demand
of truth, of force, of poetry, and character
I erred long enough, and soon hit the bottom

of my psyche, of my true desires
and told you so and you agreed
I felt so pure and you were an angel
Satisfied felt I in thoughts and deed

You're a force
in your most basic form
A big lump
of packed storm

I won't forget
that lit up face
the flushed features
of your lit up face

I won't forget
that mass of hair
sliding down in black
against a lady fair

And i won't forget
that feeling of daze and sway
that lifted and flew me
and blew me away

Hit me

i don't sleep but lie down forever
in my death and unmoving pools of red
what difference does it make tell me
to sleep or die or live-on on bread

nothing to me are you or whoever
when nothing to me am i myself i said
i don't remember and i don't remember
and i don't ever get down from my bed

i need you to come for me alone
and kiss me in that sleep i dread
make me flush and blush o' tender
make beat faster my heart of lead

i know there is life outside and away
out of this dark and haunted shed
out of this bubble of infinity, my trap
right outside, just the width of a thread

i have no dreams to wake up from
and awake a dream i never have had
give me a dream or give me a will
give me curiosity, iron-clad

get to me and pour into my brain
make me dizzy and wake me from dead
i'm all empty, come fill me inside
get me high, give a kick to my head

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

ख्वाब ख़त्म नहीं होते

धीमी सी आँखों से
सपने खुल रहे हैं
आँखों में रोशनी
और आसमां घुल रहे हैं

पलकें आतुर कि समा जाये
दुनिया बीच उनके
ठोस हकीकत
में जैसे यहाँ
सपने धुल रहे हैं

यहाँ आँखें बहुत हैं
जो भरी-भरी सी दिखती
सबमे ऊँचाई सब की सब
पलकें उठाये रखती

दुनिया में नहीं जगह इतनी
के पूरे सब सपने हों
पर किसका होगा,
पहले से ज़िन्दगी,
फर्क नहीं रखती

हो जाये पूरी चाह तो रहती
कमी सी दिल में उसकी
फिर भर जाये इक नए ख्वाब से
जगह महफिल में उसकी

चले पहिये सा चक्र यही
हर कटती ज़िन्दगी में
चलेगा पहिया,
चाहे रुक जाये
धड़कन दिल में उसकी