Monday, February 21, 2011

An Air Away







An ocean within a sea speaks to a soul in silence
About a past that can’t die but withers each day
A music that plays on like treason in Macbeth
Arise in agony and scatter yourself

Pointless masquerades in painted stillness
Like another brain sculpted on a walnut
Appoint a lazy shame to withdraw the spirit
When the moments have outlasted themselves

My arms are open for the unrivalled
Blessed be my body for this pain
Gnawing deep within my memory it lies
And I swallow it every now and then

Let my path be unscathed by servitude
Let my ideals be unknown to God
Under my skin lives a wreck
Slaying my spite, taming my fate






Copyright BluEJoKe (2011)

Thursday, August 12, 2010

The Seventy-second Matrimony




She was standing waiting there in the dark
Beside the mute and indistinct lamp-post
The one she has called her own
But tonight he was very late

With cinematic sobriety she has painted her flesh
Her profusely powdered face with surprised lips
Blemished in animated maroon to hide those scars
Like pure white snow soaked in cola
Her hands armed with a wifely satire
Her clothing undaunted and wild
Like secrets polished on a carnival
Perhaps proclaiming a desperate fancy
For a random man who pleases to unravel her

By now she has found a vocation
Leaning by the stunted bewildered lamp-post
Like a daughter lingering on the arms of the frail father
Waiting to leave with the bargain groom

Tonight will be her seventy-second matrimony
As she awaits in silence with her feeble father who
Offers her a faint silhouette on the broken pavement
It’s all this father can gather for her nocturnal dowry

The night passes by with its insane autographs,
She observes a gust of air waking the stray bitch
The count of the newborns from the night before didn’t match
The mere thought of the loosened ones coming under a bus
Speared her for a second, her shadow rippled

Squeaking street-rats fighting for sorry crumbs is routine
Tonight they reminded her of the siblings –
Consuming her world with their eyes
A constant adversary till she was seventeen and free

The second window on the right of the balcony suddenly lit up
Two hands picking a tumbler lingered for a moment and vanished
She detected a tidy figure behind the balcony curtains
A face, faintly discernible, was observing her stillness
The outline was unmoving silent and secluded, like men,
Her nightly patrons who leave silver-linings at the end
She couldn’t stare back or pierce through his gaze
He disappeared into reality leaving behind the same darkness

The abnormal night in all its acumen played on
The shabby father she leant on was run over
By an endless army of silly diligent ants
She moved her posture and eyeballed this army
She chose an ant that was speeding down just like her
Kissing every other night on her way down

She greeted the rest of the night with a lonely sob or two
And walked into the dawn listless and uncertain
Perhaps her seventy-second was God himself
Consummating those vows deep within




Copyright BluEJoKe (2010)

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Ever Unconsoled





The joke ended tonight with a statement
So gory unrelenting and sordid that
It stole the last vestige of hope
From the ugly clowns soul

The farce had a girl and her life was painted
The audience and the fool knew the end
But he still wanted to dream a dummy passion
So real that he would talk to her eyes when delusional

The satire was enmeshed with sunshine
And perhaps with an incredible intoxication which
He sought in her eyes and which resembled a love
That never ringed a silence in her prison walls

To sin is necessary, to pray is vile
An agreement to love is disastrous
Like brokered fate and lyrical tyranny
A rattlesnake inhabits his emptiness now
 




Copyright BluEJoKe (2010)
 

Friday, February 5, 2010

Come Home




I drifted along the row of crocodile mud

In there lay hidden basking little crocs

Growing green by the minute 

Then they leave for some dismal illusion 

For faraway shores seeking lazy waters, 

Golden streams and cradled meanders, 

Riverbeds of diamond rocks and stray lilacs


They seldom come back to their moist roots

The ones which are wilting and concerned

Whose ripples hardly reach those dreamlands

To call the loosened to come home

To live our old muddy waterbeds again

Where you were brought up till you barely trot




Copyright BluEJoKe (2010)

Monday, January 11, 2010

The Kiss in Time





Piercing the life out of the glass window pane

The bottom-left of the skeletal four-square
  
It flew right in from the smoky outside

With a lazy swish and the music of broken glass


The ravaged wreck of a home shivered once more 

As the world outside, in all its astute wisdom, danced

The bloody foxtrot melted hearts and reared 

A final fall from an infatuation called peace


That which came in in mighty ferocity

Could well have been a sorry crumb

Painting life on hunger inside these usurped walls

But crumbs these days are hardly passed on




Lost in the crossfire of the life and death of power

What came inside was an uncharted splinter that

Kissed the year-old toddler in a fluky frivolous frenzy


The mother, already lifeless, hung on the couch

Her eyes, annoyed and unmoved, ogled the bed

The weeping infant was awake with hunger, 

And alarmed at her furious gaze he thanked the splinter


And thus ceased life within those needless walls

With this miracle of a God-sent kiss







Copyright BLueJoKE (2009)

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Needy Sleep






Touch me now in my deepest sleep

When my dream falls from the crest 

In my conscious fancy I redeem and forsake life 

With your fingers meandering through my body 

I heal from within and all my malice perish 

I seek your wings and long for our sunrise 

Carry me to the boundaries of your passion, if there are any  

Force me into prayers that we left behind  

Seep into my pillow as gently as the morning dew  

Never let me go – stream life into my dismal dilemma 







Copyright BluEJoKe (2009)

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Prosperities of Shame





On the loveless shell of the butterfly-lady I knocked again

The feeble wilderness trotted to the door

Wagging her tail she smelt my whiff

And touched the fresh rain on my forehead

The wagging needn’t stop

And it didn’t until she heard those silver chinks

Palms greased, love bloomed

Sights turned blinding with every burning swig

I lived my night in celebration of necessary infidelity

Sleep vanished, with desolate dreams whispering my name

I took the tired night train home

My steps faulty, my throat lurking about a torrid tune

I saw a moth sleeping in my bed

My fingers felt like claws

Outgrown in my heretic spree

I know that even my dingy smile,

My rebel-red eyes or my tearing claws

Will never move her one bit

She has seen all my cards, my claws, my shudders

And my shivers too

The cruel time has clipped her tender wings

Unmoved unconsoled understated

And in sleep sublime she lies

The monotony of my existence and mother of my child






Copyright BluEJoKe (2009)

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Masculine Monotony





Boredom has set sail into the ocean of time


The same face, the same birth-mark, the same flesh


The same fingers of the same lady tottering on my chest


Dancing to the same simmering silly melody


Sometimes, when waves break in my head, I loosen my stride


I rape I rinse I ride and in my leach-like superiority call it love


May be she loves it, may be she doesn’t. Who cares!


My forefathers have assured me this masculine liberty


She’ll have to bear this bondage for eternity now


She can’t have the luxury to choose, and she never will








Copyright BluEJoKe (2009)

Monday, November 16, 2009

My War, Our War





Raise me again my mother

Bring me up in chains

Kiss my forehead one last time

Before I die in vain


Point those faces to me my mother

That bred this eternal unrest

When I come home sew my wounds

But send me back to our war fest


I will be born here again my mother

With the same innocent flame

Seeking in this wasted wilderness our unborn peace

We’ll dream together a dawn caressed by the breeze


This birth has spawned nothing mother

So I snatch what fancies my eyes

My dreams have never surpassed running water

And we’ve spent years of lies


Call me undead if you wish

Make sure we are completely slain

For we are living infestations

Forced to gnaw your home again


Your coffee-mug readers don’t speak our tongue

So you will never know our fate

But we will live forever

To pounce upon your plate






Copyright BluEJoKe (2009)

Friday, November 13, 2009

Last Gaze





Peep into my jasmine gaze


In the shadow of my leftovers -


My stolen roses, my tinsel memories


And all those mindless days



Even the eagles of my desire


Wish the end of my ailing fatigue


My unmoved time sleeps like the princess


Who cried all night in satanic gloom



As I spend my cakes and sand dunes


In my rarest spite of passion


I know I’ll return to live yet again


Like a swordfish among whales








Copyright BluEJoKe (2009)