Monday, 30 October 2017

I Write

I write
For wet concrete blocks and
Empty park benches,
Of ugly winter sweaters and
Unsaid forgotten thoughts.
For limp leaves and bright socks,
Lukewarm hearts and filthy weather.
To fill blank pages and 
Lonely memory slots.
To drink down daily nights and
For faithless sanity's sake.

I prefer
Pouring bleach on blood stains,
Melancholic life over dream constraints.
Flatlands over magical plains,
Observing grey everyday.
I prefer 
Enduring tragedies over
Fleeting calamities.
Come ask me why.
I write 
Brimming grins over 
Yearning lives.
Come ask me why.

Monday, 16 October 2017

Digital Dirt

Love me more when I'm gone.

When you cannot see me at last, 

Living one thumb flick away.

When you can finally look past,

My insouciant nods,

My obnoxious quips.

All the wordless confessions 

That I could never give.

When you cannot find,

The picture that didn't exist.

But it seems, you are

Satisfied with that ode, hidden

In a pool of polemics.

Or when you cannot go back,

To the night that never was,

To the pause that wasn't filled,

Pity, nostalgia, unjustified regret?

Welcome to the hole in my chest

Write on those bluest walls and skies,

Some morning coffee powered lines.

Think of those vaguely false times,

You were laughing at my pleasantries.

Forget my misgivings and disguise

Our uneventful lives into a dream.

Be slightly saddened 

if you knew my name,

But shed the thought if it lasts 

More than a TV ad.

Love me more when I'm dead.

That's all the love I deserve.

Everything I hope to get.

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

I Wonder Why

I wonder why

They don't call me insane

Dreams flair then flicker then flop

Realities change, traffic lights the same

Some carry on and some just stop

I wonder why

The grand marshal's dead but race is on

Bold brick walls and smooth silk sheets Still could not hide the dawn

Every day I wake for this blunderous sun

Every day I smile. My mirror does not

I wonder why 

Saturday, 4 March 2017

理想 - 俳句


Ideal - A Haiku

Let's just hope we are
wrong this time - no, not you
Or me but - this world

Thursday, 23 February 2017


Dreams alive 
"A hundredth time"
I lived today
I die tonight

I might

Act and dance and
then step down,
So I heard it's true,
A stage

Thank you 

For the lovely mornings 
I did not wake,
For the beautiful places
I did not see,
All those 
Summer faces faked.
I'm grateful for 
This perfect take 

Maybe with
A wistful face,
It has been a cloudy day
It has been a starry night 

Saturday, 28 January 2017

My Arson

Empathy, a federal felony 
Keeping curtains closed, a crime 
Burn the bridge
Lock the door
There is no other side 

Keep your speeches short
They don't care,
Rusty men and microphones 

Kept it solemn 
Kept it sudden
Pages in epics,
Such betrayals 
I wish upon it,
The greatest misfortune 
Your bonfire 
My arson