Sing About Me, I'm Dying of Thirst

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I'm a dying man
in a sea of similar souls
swimming well, resting,
on your buoyancy

promise that you will,
sing, about me

write after loss
it might be therapy
sink with your ink
into my memory

promise that you will,
sing, about me

just in case
as dawn falls up on us
I'm erased
along with
my hearing

promise that you will,
sing, about me


if I leave myself
and turn away
stepping t'ward eternity
with only my own feet

promise that you will,
sing, about me

if my disposition differs
and withers in to another form
if mellow sunsets deform into another dawn,
if you even just,
begin, to doubt me

Just promise that you will,
sing, about me

Promise that you will,
sing, without me.

Travelling

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I'll see you at the airport
to wonder
rather than think
sink into guessing
at the story
of each coloured face
a view of the world
each with their own world view
their destination
beloveds that drop tears
at the thought
of separation

cut suits and rough boots
tread the same path
drone of escalator
meets spare change and bangles
a rowdy few
astounding view
hurry and measured tea sips
as he slips, into elevator shaft

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and he meets his other half.
those made to work
walk with those who make them
we don't know each other
but we're all in this together

my child like awe
at departures and arrivals
surrounded by scurry
coffee and money
nervousness
pain, pleasure
free of duty
hacking away at
shackles of routines
and rat races
dragging trolleys full
of far less formality
holdalls of sanity
poised to board
and embrace, a new normality

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what time's the plane leaving
mothers waiting
lonesome lunches won't do any longer
silverware and perfection mean less
with each plate
cooked by strangers,
who know not her lullabies of old
distance chipped away
at opulence
while solitude's gale
blew romance away

Girl of East

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the reds, motifs
striking stare
that cuts divinity
into ungodly horror.

teeth take shawl in between
and bite for respite
from the wicked, harsh
and inhumane confusion

she knows not her power
wrapped up in history
silent in the corner
quietly waging beauty
in homely wartime
imagine her simple voice
deafening beholders to war cries

Girl of East
knows what she shouldn't
fear all too closely
penned in secret calligraphy
in the depths of each eye
bearing witness to chaos
in melancholic beauty
made all the more tragic
knowing she could be so many

Your Sleeves and Mine

The poem to the left 

Roll up my sleeves again
so our palms cross paths
as they did
and when its far enough
take my hand
and walk me into time memorial
far enough;
til my hand grows smaller than yours.

walk me past innocence
and please stay a while,
remember to make me forget
painful reason that we left behind

towards moon river
just round the bend
show me, all my friends
before I knew the differences

before skin knew deformity
born of pain
make it yesterday once more
yeah, those old songs
written before I knew
weighted words, and wrongs
so intimately well

and take me just there
past calculation
that smelt of insanity,
and cold seclusion.
before bold delusion
I hold confusion
in contempt,
leave it in the bushes
of my old back garden
amongst the leaves
and forgotten tennis balls
we couldn't find,
some sunny day.

where and when
we'd watch the races together
I'd support whoever you did.
and don't forget a meal
on our travels
in a time where
I can't even consider paying
and i might be shy,
to tell you all I want through timid lips
though you can share my chips.

blissful, wouldn't you concur?
khala* roll up my sleeves
and take me to where we were





*Khala, the urdu word for maternal aunt

Moments

Moments lost
fleeting fascination
cherished droplets of time
vanished from everywhere
but memory.
Our source too
that great well
of joy, sorrow
ink and courage.
Where lie forsaken tales,
forlorn walks but compassion too
warfare and love made
vultures and dove tails
sculptures and weathering
firmness eroded
by acid tears further
sour ones who tower
and sweet nothings so down to earth
building and destroying
we choose where we come from
even as we come from both.

Here's to Hoping You Catch Some Heaven

I apologise
on behalf of them.
Those who chose
to throw hell
into hands they forcibly
thrust together.
who broke in
like a thief in the night
and took more
than just your innocence
as if it wasn't enough.

Who broke bones
let alone your delicate hearts
who left you in the dark, the rain
attach
any connotation you wish
it'll fit;
they were so terribly broad
with their strikes.

I apologise
on their behalf
nonsensically
but let me
for each tear they wrenched out
and never cared to wipe away
in a sweet caress,
for each infliction of horror
each hand they left dangling
each time they eroded your trust
with the world
hacked away in rage or lust

I apologise
on their behalf
whoever made you
question life itself,
I dare not call them men.
I can't tend to every hurt
every bruise
though my own hands
are here to be lent
joined together, at least
hoping you catch some heaven
after all,
its destined beneath your feet

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The consequence

of my self consciousness

may cause your smile

but it has made me cry

what you see

is not what I get.

Kindness;

I act well.

Poured from cups

of fear of guilt

or both

is kindness still the same?

will kindness kill the lame?

It's been said of me

I'd hand a dagger

to he who wants

to do the deed

complicit in my own demise

as I endeavour to show

a warm disguise

to those whom I say I love.

I think I do.

Now there's a surprise

I wish you

one whose warmth

comes not from friction inside

who's not so knowing

of his reasons

whose left hand sees not

the right's pennies drop

maybe someone not so

forceful in the lending of his palm

someone far more clueless really

with a quiet delightful charm

so after this arrogant show

of modesty

perhaps you may think i'm lesser

Beloved don't keep me too dear

You deserve so much better.

On Friends and Others (The Gift)

On each ear to ear gesture

that exhibited truth and delight

and unheard uttered words

that met the grapevine

to pleasant surprise

On each knowing look, smirk

unsaid explanation; a deferred laugh;

the banishment of worry

On each solemn exchange

to reach a crux

of matters that matter to both

mutual melancholy

shared shards to the heart

On firm handshakes

and greetings 

that told stories of old

and yearn for perpetuity 

through this fluidity 

of time's path

To each one who spoke an acceptance

unexpectedly filling a soul whole or

advice from years

they held in leverage

concern kept, shown time and again

thrice over 'til the night was over 

On the hilarity 

and the laughs rarely let out

repeated over

the morphing of frivolous to sublime

do you remember the time,

Michael Jackson played?

Dear every one

who belittled a broken heart

those who remind us of forgetfulness

who cure blindness

to a bounty of blessings

intentional or otherwise,

friend or other,

This, is for you.

 Homes reside in friends, 

 and sometimes in others too.

Bloke On The Train

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Heaven forbid that we might
Meet eyes not strangely
That the bloke on the train,
Might just be okay.
That we may strike up conversation
With superior motives
That we may learn
Or feed a smile to famished souls
Or make the day of one
Who awoke from nightmares.
But no, its not the norm
Confinement is convention
Its what they use in prisons no?
The harshest of punishment
To sulk in solitariness,
Why imprison ourselves out here?!

Where I Live

I'm somewhere south of perfect
Here, in adequate
Its miles from enough
Far from ideal's city lights
Rural dwelling for now
Make no mistake though
Serenity doesn't sit calmly in these suburbs.
If he does pass by,
He's alien.
I worry for him.
Adequate deals in private moments a plenty
Come here to ponder
Or meet me.
Skies and tears pass through too
So stay near to wonder what a friend is
And other questions;
Oh, there'll be questions.
You'll find ample company to discuss those
In adequate's many halls of mirrors.
The acoustics you'll find
Are perfect for conversation there.
Perplexity and nostalgia
Walk here also, companions of dreams.
That are torn up inside
By visions of ''reality'',
And answered by ideals
That say calmly
''Which spectacular thing,
Ever came expectedly so?"
You'll go back and forth
With those two I tell you
If you ever come and visit;
I'm somewhere south of perfect,
Where are you?

Craving Norms

At times I
Just want to be like you
A little freer
A little 'less me'
Like Nina wished.
Sometimes I don't want to write poems
But I still wrote this
So its rounded square one.
To be like you
Without the heats of doubt,
The weeping of worry or loss or something
There's always something
To bring heightened heartbeats
Not the ones
That precede some great feat
Or await a lover's smile at gifts
Those heartbeats that tremor;
The harsher kind.
The loneliness in groups
Craving norms
A simple sincere laugh
Or more;
Just not with nobody

Run & Hide

Find yourself
On a highway
Breeze lifting,
Sifting through your hair,
To find what,
Tears dragged backwards
As you drive to blurry destinations
Passing unknown junctions
You left yours behind
To reveal your own secrets
Told to none
Known unknowns

Gently and attentively
Walking
Through quaint alleyways
Hoping to find pieces of soul
Hidden in the crevices
Of the lost art of architecture
Or in rusty hinges of doors you don't see
Where you're from
Wherever that is.

Taking cautious sips
Of warm drink
Watching, searching
For a mirror amongst the myriad
Listening out
For revelatory conversation
From the strange
Attempting to extract
Profundity from chaos
Or inner peace
From outer silence

Run
And hide
To learn you.

Lost Souls

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Your still stares
At me
From a place so far
Find tear-pulling closeness
Here.

Your strife and impossible pain
Lost to so many
Dislodges my heart
And plunge it into unrest
Enough to spill, bleed this forth
And rekindle the fire of a restless being.

You want what I want
Cry like I do
Love like I feel
I pray you heal through
You,
Are Human
And I,
Am too.

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Journey

Deep dark silhouette
Of a leaf-less tree
Against the twilight
A star like, plane too
Almost engulfed
By the darkness of inevitable night
Like the sky itself was life;
Though its still nice to pass through...

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Earthy

Trees
Maroons and dark greens
And park scenes
Light rains
But fresh air
Removes tight reins
Oxygen birthing
Anew
The precious moments
We've few
Spent too long
In the confines
So our minds
Had little company
With air
And little friendship
With the wind
Silent conversations
With the breeze
And with ease
We can walk
Through this British weather
With the Sun, wind and rain together
Given the chance we would stay forever
But confines call us
And insanity beckons
Our camels we must tether
If we had no need,
Perhaps the Earth we wouldn't treasure