My Poems-2

Ugly Life
I am walking
I don’t know where I am going
Yet, I am walking
Under the orange sky
Under the asbestos roof of the world
I can’t fold my white umbrella
Since it is not working well

I have been thinking about life
It’s edges and corners
It’s bare heart
it’s nicotine tongue
it’s milk less breasts
But I want to escape from all these
From all these ugly phases of life

I can’t suffer the pain of life
Pain of being avoided
pain of being hated
pain of being nothing

How ugly is this life
I want to wash it with all my strength
I want to paint this world with my blood
I want to lit this world with the spark of my eyes
I want to defeat the world with my soul

I want to reconstruct the sky
The trees and the mountains
I want to smell the world without nose
I want to paint this world with my blood

Birds are silent
Today is a stupid day
Since you are away home
Birds were silent today
I want them to be noisy all the time
I hope they don’t fly away
They should always sing for us

In this old city
There is nothing left
Except memories
Actually I am filled with the memories of you
Your face is like a city for me
A city full of joy
A city which heals me when I am wounded
A city which accommodates me
Whenever you are away from me
I am frightened
Frightened like a baby in the dark
For me, my love you are my light

Sometimes I hate this room
For it is too small to occupy my love
When we are in this room
Locked in and locked together
I always look at the street light opposite to us
It’s like an old man searching for something
Sometimes it looks at me
With it’s fainted eyes
But it always smiles at you, my dear

Oh my dear please comeback soon
Birds start singing.

Living in recession
I can’t tell you right now
What I am feeling
But I can tell you one thing that nothing is going well
I saw a picture yesterday
Actually I didn’t understand that
Full of bright colors and lines
Most of them are broken
What all these pictures represent
Are they pure art!
Or some artists trying to fool us?
But the thing is that when I stared at the picture
I thought it represents my mind
Full of emotions (nothing relevant!)
Living in recession with your dreams is a stupid thing
You have to step out from your shoes
In order to live a normal life
But what is the relevance of life with out dreams

The second thing I thought yesterday was
Why do people commit suicide
Last month one of my friends hanged himself
In his suicide note he had written;
‘I want to defeat god’
Is it possible to defeat god (god the almighty)
But with my normal capacity I can say that
By committing suicide we are defeating god
(or do we defeat ourselves)
Living in recession is a bad thing
Like thinking about suicide.

I want to bury myself
You are like the ocean
I awake on your shore
As a sound waiting for it’s echo
I love you
But you love someone else
Whenever kisses you
A wound is left in my heart
But still I love you
With my bleeding heart
In this world there is no place
Where you are not

Your vagina is like a temple
I want to burn myself in it
your smile is like a blossom
I want to be a part of it
Whenever you speak
I feel like hearing a symphony

When I asleep
The soul of my language went on searching for words
That could describe you properly
I want to bury myself in your grave
Under the banyan tree
Where I first met you.
I want to bury me in you