Kavya, July 2003
Escape
It is the hours we escape Day in and day out Without much focus Or reasoning. We tread our own waters Till they tire the tides out. I’m a realist, you’re a fool. Living alone with an abandoned mother Can be puzzling sometimes. After all, every boy needs A father figure to chew on. Maybe your goat-face can take a leave While your hypocrisy weeds a bygone universe.
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My Angel Nyanaambigai
The space between you and I is miles and miles away Yet when I close my eyes those distance seem to disappear Only you are in front of my eyes like an angel without wings I ask you to stay awhile and hold me tight and never let me go but I still wonder how can I ever pay your kindness my sweet little angel NILA, 1 June 2003 |
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Only Once
Once I wanted to go to The tattoo parlour with you And you said, “Go yourself.” Once I asked you to wait for me At the train station near your home before lunch And you said, “Isn’t it redundant?” Once I asked you about Your life, fears, hopes and dreams After a long stiff pause you said, “Stuff.” Once I told you about My life, fears, hopes, dreams And you said, “I don’t care.” So the stage is set and Your father has run away. Maybe
your abandoned mother needs a brand new man. 19 March 2003
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Sitting and Thinking
Listening to Nirvana’s water-melodies, I can help but stir myself to Dream up impossibilities that seem executable. Maybe this is my destiny, To be cooped up in this big old house all by myself With Kurt Cobain strumming away his final chords. I like this feeling uncertainty Because it gives me a chance to think, Even in this day of shock and disappointments. Maybe I shall retire now, From all the tried and tired subjects And
move on to the next improbable hour. 26 March 2003
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Kavya, July 2003 |