We see the flowers,
Never the wind.
We seek the sinner,
Never the sin.
Sad and sultry,
She calls him in.
Done and dusted,
He belongs to the bin.
Watered and washed
Are the days of the old.
He seeks for help,
But it’s time to fold.

I heard silences in the lift
Murmured they, an urge to kill.
There is sadness in the sky,
It’s been like this a year since.
If our minds were cigarettes,
Yours is half-burnt
And mine is ashed.

Dreamers and doomers-
The damned and the beautiful.
I sing of fire today.
A song of breaking or making.
The creator, the preacher, the parched.
We guzzle the ones above.
There are the lickers
And the once getting licked.
They both have their mouths full.

One day you’ll see me in the dark,
Kissing your moon.
Till then I’ll watch you count the stars,
In a broken tune.

All and sundry want a lot to fly,
No wings they grow,
In the blatant snow.
We are but broken butterflies,
Empty and dead.

Easy to cry.
Easy to sigh.
Easy to ask why.
Get cut and bleed.
Bleed like war and beer.
Cuts and scars are fables for life.

Slaves of our masters,
We are trained.
Trained to wag our tails and eat.
Trained to shut up
And sit down when they please.
We are dogs who forgot,
How to bark.

Heart-rending.
Soul numbing.

Chained to our thoughts.
Chained to our fathers.
Chained to the people we see,
Chained to the places we live.

Climbing the money tree is fun,
Until the breeze turns to the sun.

We are a confused lot.
We have brains of infection.
We are slowly melting,
In this slow pace of things,
I write wrly for a while,
Its been a while,
Since i sat and jot
All that i thought,
I used to put them in a single pair sock.
And hide them closely-
Under an underground pot.
It was like a lost treasure
With no maps to reach.

Most of us are black and white photos,
Taken in color cameras.
Most of us are stained and trashed,
Call it modern art?
Tell me the difference between
A brainless mind
And a mindless screen.
They jerk each other off
With a thousand and one touches.
God is dead?
Bitch, please.
We swap gods like
Whores in a god-damned show.

I see smoke in the air tonight.
Is it you or I?
Or was it all a lie?
Let out another sigh.