goodnight, my love!
I'm done like you are
I'm done here and for now
tonight, I'm going to get the longest sleep
of my life
goodnight, my heart!
I'm finishing my glass of rum
as fast as I can
and I'm going to forget it all
I think I won't have another one
I think that this is it
and I cannot go further down
I cannot be more out of this world
than I am right now
goodnight, mon amour!
I wish you well.
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Goodnight my love: A Poem
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Another day: A Poem
today,
nobody came to fight at work
nobody complained about anything
no loud noises
no arguments
nobody talked to anybody
nobody ate or drank
nobody sang songs
nobody danced in the dark
nobody hated anybody
nobody loved
I came home with nothing
another day
nothing happened
nothing at all.
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In the sky tonight: A poem
in the sky tonight
moon is round and bright
too round
too bright
the witches on earth
looking up at it
with hair open and clothes off
and eyes wide
and asses swaying
as if summoning the electric current
unbelievable!
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I feel better: A Poem
how beautifully fingers press
the piano keys
black white black white white white
white white black black white black
black black black black white
white white white black white
or in some other pattern
no clue but
a pattern and then another
another and
nothing is random
nothing is chaos
here's another one by the fabulous Paterlini
something that the ears do not believe in
when they hear
and when they hear, they melt eyes
and resurrect this stone heart
I feel better.
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Rum down: A poem
rum first and then ice cubes
ice cubes first and then 90 ml of dark rum
nothing first and no cubes
a little fizz on the top
soda will do
or some carbonated drink
or some other sweet poison
I'm here
I'm not going anywhere
when have I ever gone?
make me a good drink
tickle me with a forgotten song
a memory
a something on and on
get me drunk
make me feel alive
and when I'm atop the highest summit
throw me down from there
punch me into my grave.
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Takes a lot: A poem
takes a lot to wash away the night from my face
takes a lot to wash away the memories from my eyes
takes a lot to let a severe pain sink
takes a lot to walk again sometimes
take a lot to clean the dirt off my skin and my mind
takes a lot to getting used to nightmares each night
takes a lot to fail repeatedly and blame nobody
takes a lot to have nothing and not complain
takes a lot to be utterly broke and be happy
takes a lot to sacrifice what’s most dearest
takes a lot to be alone and not lonely
takes a lot of years and lives to completely forget the scars
takes a lot sometimes to keep blood red and moving inside the veins
takes a lot
a lot
a lot
and sometimes even more.
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From Rain to Restaurant: A Night Out in the Downpour
that day, I had drenched in rain twice already
the damned rain
I was sick of it
give me desert
throw me in the hot sands of Thar
I was saying all this to myself
rather, I was screaming
but the sky doesn't hear
the sky is deaf and stupid
and it won't stop crying until it's done
tired of getting drenched, I stopped at
a friend's shop late evening
and sat for a while
'Nothing seems to be working out'
said my friend to me while we sat and talked
'Seems so' I replied
he ordered coffee, a cup, just one
the coffee came soon and I drank it
it was still raining
soon, a car arrived and my friend hopped in
and they drove away, all four of them
who they were, I had no idea
I waited for a couple of minutes
outside the shop in total darnkess
it was still raining
I said screw it and got on my motorcycle
I drove to my favorite restaurant in town,
a small one where not many came at night
I sat, there was no electricity
it was still raining
'Eggs?' I asked the owner
'Only chicken and fish tonight' he replied
'Fish' I said
I put on my earphones
classical piano
I needed classical on such nights
I closed my eyes for a minute and listened
a voice called my name
I opened eyes, saw a friend sitting
opposite to me
'Tired?' he asked
'Tired of rain, yeah. I want it
fucking gone now' I replied
'Yeah it has kind of spoilt the mood' he said
we talked a bit
fish came soon
looked superb as always, roasted
'Fish of smaller waters is tastier' he said
'That's very true' I said
I ate slowly
took me an hour maybe more
it was still raining outside
we talked about Indian classical music
while I chewed on the soft bones
of the delicious fish
soon, a bouncer-like figure walked in, sat,
waited for his takeaway, took it, paid
and left
'He's the bodyguard of a don' said my friend
'Looks like it' I said
I finished eating, my friend got up and left
where he went, I had no clue
I paid the bill
it was still raining
'How do I withdraw cash from my account
if I do not have a card?' the owner asked
as I started leaving
'Why do you think I know the answer.
I do not' I said
it was still raining
I ran outside to my motorcycle, sat and drove
back to home.
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Emotional Poem: When the Sky Weeps
no evidence of wings
no trace of sunlight
the sky is crying day and night
waiting for a spark of fire
eyes closed, knees bent, heart broken
I lay concentrated waiting to be diluted
this isn't my tune
this isn't my day
this life isn't my life
when will the sky stop crying
no amount of consolation works
no amount of thinking about it works
when the sky weeps, I weep
I'm so old and deserted
my home weeps
no weather can shatter me more
the quiet outside doesn't last
I comb my hair with the fingers
of my right hand
and die.
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Resilient Journey: Walking Home with a Fractured Thumb
Today was another bad day. I woke up very late with pain in my thumb. Somehow, I fractured it a few days ago. I was in another town and one rainy morning, I slipped and fell on my ass while I was strolling downhill. A couple of folks gathered around me and helped me in getting up.
‘You ok man? Did you hurt yourself?’ asked a folk.
‘Oh I’m ok. I’m ok. Nothing serious. I think I can walk fine’ I replied as I stood up and brushed the dust and wet mud off my joggers and t-shirt with my palms.
I was wrong of course. It did hurt when I started to walk but I kept walking quietly. I didn’t ask for help. Generally, I ask for help only when the situation is dire. I have got endurance like no one else. I can take any kind of hurt now. I can observe my own pain and not feel stressed about it. So I kept walking and after walking for an hour, I reached home.
Upon reaching home, as I got into cold shower, it began to hurt in more places. As I dried myself with a towel, I felt my right leg hurting from top to down. As I lay down in my bed for some time, I could feel the pain sedate me. When my eyes opened up a couple of hours later, I couldn’t manage to even sit on the bed. I got down the bed somehow, and despite all the hurting, I got dressed and went on another stroll uphill.
The next morning, the pain was excruciating and I decided to go on a short trek through the woods. When I reached the top of the hill, I had unbearable pain in my body but when I saw the view of the hills and the incessant rain over the hills and the fog settling down on the whole city, I felt at ease. I sat there for three hours, doing nothing, witnessing the crazy rain wash everything. Then as the dusk came, I began my walk downhill. It was raining still. By then, my right palm was swollen. I guess I fell too hard on it.
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The things I remember – a reflection on self
I remember walking uphill. I remember beautiful symphonies. I remember the taste of bad beer and bad wine. I remember taking a nap under the sky while I lay on a huge boulder with a valley of emptiness beneath me. I remember feeling no pain then. I remember crying in closed rooms and then walking out of them without a trace of sadness on my face. I remember gulping down my anger. I remember feeling pissed off with the idiocy and hypocrisy of people everywhere. I remember waking up late every day, demotivated to go to work. I remember pain. I remember being in love. I remember my enemies well. I remember their hatred towards me. I remember being made fun of. I remember being nothing. I remember being a nobody. I remember this night when I get to writing once again.
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