I was a blip in the chaos of the night storm,
raging like a whimper at the sea ,at the sky
and everything in between .
It devoured me and i became lost.
first my face went, then the voice ,then my eyes.
All that was left was rage inside and outside.
Then i found you, my little blue bird.
With your bright underbelly and soft feathers,
you flung your wings wide and wrapped me.
The storm still raged, the sea still hissed
but i could feel again .Not sure what you did .
But we made our way fluttering our blue wings.
Some day I may just cut my wrist off,
Vomit all over myself and die.
Someday I may take a back pack and
vanish from the face of earth.
Someday I may make my mark in the world.
Climb up the ladder of success.
Someday i may fuck the nicest legs in town,
Live like there’s no tomorrow.
But either way I don’t care.
I did not know what to say,
my mouth was searching for that word
my eyes were blind and mind went numb ,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
breaking free of all the roots,
my soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.
Note : It uses lines together from two of lovely poems from Pablo Neruda – ‘Poetry’ and ‘Thinking, Tangling Shadows’.
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Tagged Pablo Neruda
Ever notice the people
in bus stations,under the bridge,
near the corner of a unused lot .
Have you ever looked at their eyes ?
Completely devoid of any hope.
Any shred Of dignity long gone.
They have even stopped
pretending to themselves that
things would get better.
Still they go on ,
fighting a battle long lost .
What for ?
Are they waiting for something ?
The cowardice of survival .
Like it or not ,perhaps is the
Sole reason of our existence.
piece of meat .
No better or worse than
a cucumber or a cockroach .
With every other animal instinct
simmering just below the skin.
This itself was fine until
some one with a weird sense of irony
decided to slap abstract thought
On top of it .
A mortal body that can grasp
the infinite and infinitesimal
and ever going zero sum game in between.
What a cheap trick !
Hope always brought
the best and worst in men.
Sold in many Packages ,
Consumed by all.
How very ironical that
two most popular dealers
of it are religion and suicide.
Does not that tell something ?
The lure of a better bargain
at the other end of existence.
This is it.The eternal deal.
As old as the life itself.
The Pain and disgust was still there ,
but fear of it had gone.
It was nice.
Different kind of nice.
I guess it could be sensed .
I talked in the same way though,
nice average boring talk .
The kind usually accepted and liked.
People still looked the same to me ,
A leg ,a hand ,a mouth ,a eye.
A farrago of disjointed body parts.
Moving together as if some ritual is going on.
Don’t know how people figured.
Was it the tone ,
Or the slouch of my body ?
May be it was my eyes .
Whatever it was,
They did not like it.
They did not like it a bit .
And they made it clear.