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When I am no more
and
when I am dead
my soul returns no feelings
to any touch
no sniff of air
hot or cold
blown over me by wind
can make me sift in my place
on my own,
I will be dead my dear
and will stand no more
Don’t be panicky.
Nothing unusual has occurred
present fast becoming past
to linger and last in reveries
my wish at last
comes true
and stand fulfilled
Call the hospital
Call the doctor
Call the ambulance
send my dead remains with them
they know what to do
to take care of me
You may or you may not
it is not binding
say me bye
with tears or without
it is not binding.
I free you from all the words
and all the obligations.
Thankful for the world
if you
for the sake of
onlookers from the neighbouring windows
and
those peeing from behind the closed gates
they will be watching you
with curiosity.
Wave your hands a little
I will be gone,
gone forever
and never to return.
At liberty you will be
to sweep away my belongings
and throw them away
disposed them accordingly
books to the library
and papers to junk dealer.
Keep nothing that reminds you of me
they may or may not as they please
use my name in the times to come
thankfully, after all, I am no more.
Second Page
Sing no mourning songs for me
don’t cry
don’t waste your tears and fears
the dead has no ears to hear
all that you want me to bear
and with a heavy heart I hear
my tongue tied within, I go tongue
tightly tied
my language becoming
a deadman’s language
where words lose meaning
where meanings lose their context
the dead never turns or returns
all the grumbles
and the mumbles.
The sun may shine
the wind may blow
endless water in the rivers
down the mountains
keeps its flow
the dead will never rise
to tell you that
wipe the fears and tears
its times to say
Good Bye.
When I die
Err…rr..
When I die
my dearest dears
speak no ill of me
for every word
you will have to eat
what you say
and
will hear
all that others hear
when you cried
and all that you nurtured
in your heart
rose like a storm and
escaped.
The words will travel
not too far
only to return
on the wings of words
I don’t want
after me
your rapport suffers
and your wings
get clipped.
and you may feel
bad about the world
you need it
you want it
you long for it
because it is not the word
but the world
where you survive.
When I die
say no ill about the dead
dead never returns
to return all that you deserve.
Yes I need be…
Yes I need be treated.
I need be treated badly.
Pull me from the stretcher
stretch me from my clothes
discard all that I had used to
hide myself from the world
Cut me open
take my eyes
my kidneys
Open up every part and use it
use to see how it works
use it to see how it fails
use it to see how it is conncted
use it to see how it functions
use it to see how it performs
use it to see how fails
how badly I had treated myself
how badly the I had been treated
by myself
Open up my chest
so that all the leaden weight
that made me heavier
and all that I cared to carry
through the walks of life
may escape at last.
Open up my skull
be not careful
break it open like a coconut shell
It may give way under the strokes of your hammers
I used to be hard nut, difficult to crack
all that they used to say about me
Open up,
let the brain discharge its electric current
let my ideas be no more
no more in the world
skull open
take away the brain
cut it in parts
before the students
Ohh, come on,
Your trembling hard bothers me most
take care of your fingers
When I die
crush me
cut me
and help me disintegrate.
Thank you World
Before I die
finally
I want to thank you
thank you world
for all the words
that you taught
and accepted all that I tried to say
to speak for my heart
my mind
my thoughts
and
my ideas
that I showered on you
like a blooming tree
laden with flowers
I showered on your
be spattered as you are now
I tried to make you look beautiful
I loved you
I loved you
I owed you
everything I had
the blood that rushed to my head
to overwork the undersize ideas
to spew them all around
all about and all around
day and night as my my heart buzzed
the air in my lungs that gathered all the air
to blow away
the clouds that always try to stop the sun
from reaching you.
I owe you everything
you,
my motherland
I thanks you
for all the things you gave to me
to stay put and serve my purpose.
Spineless
The sun is sharp
the wind is harsh
the chills of the time
are chilling my spine
the thistles and thorns
rubbed me around
not sand my edge
but to tear my robe
to cause them to scratch my whole self
The rose bud
and the acacia flowers
floated on my winds
in my sky
Floating as they were
on the wings of soft breeze
made me bleed
I lose them all.
the flowers
the blooms
the thorns
and spines
I lay prostrate
without a spine.
spineless and prostrate.
All Alone
In the day I walked
from early morn to night
I kept on walking
through the twilights.
I walked all alone
all along
all the way
I walked all alone.
Tired,
the spine ached
the head heavy
with a dizzy and tizzy feeling
I walked alone.
All there were onlookers
the crowd
around me
they looked
and overlooked me
insignificant
for all of them
I walked.
Poor Spellings
Really
I’m terribly sorry
I counted all the bricks
that would go in building a house
I could not spell home properly.
I could not bring together
letters L and U and S and T
and could not hold them
together in one word.
I wrote everywhere
inscribed in the shape of heart
everywhere the most oft repeated word
love
but the heart bubble burst
and I miss the mark
everywhere
notwithstanding my love for all.
I clutched the word life in my hands
but it all slipped
through my fingers
like desert sand
and my hands are empty again
Thistles and thorns
thrived in the courtyard
the barbed bushes
all around me
and all about me
caged and chained
once again
I tried to find rhyme in the
thirst and lust
coerced I was
to quit the spree
I lost all my words to the dictionary
all the words lost meaning for me
Now I don’t look in dictionary
dictionaries look at me.
I turn blank pages
to find all that
I have lost.
Afraid of
dark within
light without
I tend to keep my eyes closed.
Oh, my
I don’t know
where to go
my feet are bound
in chains
Running out its lag
Time is chasing me
Oh, my
I cannot escape
the inescapable
I have become more vulnerable
than before
I stand and stare
worms feeding on me
succors
The clock ticks
and with tick
it tickles
the counts of death
drawing towards it
time is doing its work
Death And After
What happens to me
after I’m no more
my lungs stop to expand
to inhale and exhale
my heart stops to contract
and expand
the pressure of blood
subsides
The wind stops to stir
The cold fails to create ripples in my body
the heat is no more hot to me
my ears turn deaf to the noise
and ill-words about me
they cause no feeling in me
I will be a dead man, declared
the soul escapes
leaving behind the carcass
I will be a dead man.
The world ceases to be for me
as I cease to be for the world
Every time I pick the flower
tempted I am
I pluck the petals
she loves me
she loves me not
she loves me
she loves me not
loves me
loves me not
love
no love
love
no love
Epitaph
This man
so manly
and
lonely
that only
lived
and died
all his life
he tried
between the two strong walls
with a little space
to make a rift
wide
enough to hold
the letters
L I F E
but life failed
deserted and dismayed
so dismal and alone
lies here.
Epitaph
