Periods in this Paper Place

I am seeking consistency for
We can only pretend so much
In this paper place

Periods of play, pleasure, poetry
Just periods
In this paper place

Mourning is a moment’s folly
I will burn with this paper place
The phoenix emerges to take us in
This period will stay, this period will resonate

I will sweep up the remnants
Powder
Plough
and Prepare

Periods of this paper place
I will remember
And keep them close to me

Perfect. Period.

Birds Astray

We are storks
Delivering the bundles

Those flamingos shall never know

We are storks
Abreast, we will float

Those hummies are never alone
Those vultures will go

We are storks
In tandem, we swoop

Those peacocks shall never show
And those eagles will bow

We are storks
In winter, we come

Those owls will hoot our arrival

We are storks
Emotions at our beaks

Those hens shall peck
Those ostriches will start to neck

We become storks as
Reflections bewilder the skies we conquer

We are storks
Watch our ascent, our flight and descent!

Pieces

Falling into each missing piece’s place
Every piece a different story
Each reminiscing, each competing
Against extinction

I take one piece
And exchange for another
Which speaks volumes
Take it on and off over and over again

Transpiration / Inspiration

You take my piece
And finger every edge
And then swallow it wisely
Never to see it again

Diffusion / Inculcation

These pieces will fall back into place
These pieces will call back every trace
These pieces will matter
These pieces shall not shatter

Sifter Boy

this boy is a sifter
this life is flour
this truth is batter
this is his hour, his time

this boy is a sifter
this life is flour
this road is jagged
this foot is still fine

this boy is a sifter
this life is flour
this kind is sapping
this one is not mine

this boy is a sifter
this life is flour
this rest is up
this trance is prime

this boy is a sifter
this life is flour
his choice is his
his act mostly mime

this boy is a sifter
this life is flour
his songs are whispers
his stares never blind

Catharsis

Tell me how to be your protein
Just don’t let it go all over the place

(Recuperate, not hallucinate)

Show me how to be your balm
Just be a little patient with me

(Have a little faith to enhance the love)

Tell me more, diligently
Don’t just fret and go off wandering

(Abandonment is sin)

Show me bit by bit
Of how to take your hand

(We will go through it together)

On this road to recovery

(You are not alone / so be settled)

condensed karma

it’s all coming back to me now
every move, every step, every gesture
it’s all coming back to me now
every utterance, every tone, every tongue slap
they are all coming back to me now
look who’s talking, remember the influence
a butterfly effect across time
this i believe, this i swear, this i experience
come on back to me now
and let me get on with it

i thank u

Correspondence J.D.

dear mr j.d,

let us share a fag,
let us express, not brag
let us whisk and crash
let us always be brash

dear mr j.d,

you propel a generation
mesmerize us with your intentions,
your swagger, your stare, your hairdo
will always and forever be true

dear mr j.d,

i am part of that generation, lost and foolish
unwittingly consuming every served-up dish
i have you on my wall
to whisper every cent of your call

dear mr j.d,

let us walk and not talk
let us pop every cork
let us come undone
let us just have all the fun

(to a soul, once restless, now always resting
to him who successfully awakens, without waking)

i sign off thinking:
would i be you for a day?

Unsettlement

On that float
You lie

(I want to relieve you)

Oh (as the devil arrive) there is no answering
we can only nod and swallow

The equilibrium has be spoilt

Return me my centrality,
my anchor,
my focus!

(I am wrong, so very wrong)
(For there is never normalcy, only agency)

Don’t cry, don’t weep, don’t shed,

There is, like there was.

(With help

I will reinvent this structure)

Milk and Kisses

as they meet, we are transported
as they touch, we fall
as they connect, we do too
as they separate, we have become one

(tongue-tied)

on a night like this
can a boy say no?
on a night like this
every star points to virgo

(we are tongue-tied, yes we are)

under the moon’s beams
we eat each other on our own milky way
feast, devour, consume (eyes closed)
to nourish, to digest, to recover

every sweat is a drop of my essence
every breath i make is a breath you take
my gall is your milk is my gall
the littlest touch is comforting

there (and this) is much ado about something!

(oh… this beautiful suffocation
can we do it again?)

what calmness
what a plunge
we shall wake later
only to sleep again

(this air-less-ness we were in
a primary state within)

kiss me once more!

a tarot's revelation

a foregone conclusion
a moment’s desperation
a relationship in retrospect
a scar intact
a soul’s liberation
a certain consumption
a period of worth
a fragment’s birth
a time was shared
a lot was bled
a need for speed
a rejection of plead
a sight to behold
a tragedy unfolds
a life without
a continuation in doubt
a will to forgive
a chance to relive
a reflection i yearn
a memory i burn
a grand passing
a new beginning
a gift of the future
a love forever

Gravity

come, come, let us get personal

if only I were so permeable

for there, there lies,
my layer of oil.

take the elevator up

reach for my stratosphere
where my air is thin

and alas! my descent, yes, my descent will get to you
oh great Gravity!
(protect me from the floating mushiness of get-togethers)

the need for entrance is universal
so is the need for primacy

consider admitting a virgo
consider sharing
(the Gemini scope)

emotional diffusion
(not) my new prozac

Fool and Lover

I am a fool
Swaggering without sight
You cushion with soft embraces
As I fall deeper and deeper

It all seems so natural
Just because you are there

Just because you are there
It is unnatural

The ambiguity we enjoy is
But a figment of a desired ideal

Decipher the smoke from the ashes
Before everything goes up in flames, (my flames)

I’d lay down my life for you
Like I should
But does it mean love?
I can only ponder and plod on

This uncertainty indicates already the foregone conclusion
There is no need to push, to shove, for I cannot be there

There will be light
And I will walk you to the end
And hand you over

This fool needs another
Like you need a lover

pop- life

britney’s baby and her smooches
yoda, luke, anakin, palpatine
paparazzi chases and endless dodges
idol life, matrix, keanu, constantine

super bowl with a touch of nipplegate
the world wide web
simpsons kill kenny, that’s fate
friends to joey to ab-fab

dash beats jafaar any day
LOTR: the two towers
the yodeling of cool coldplay
kidman, moore, streep make the hours


*Anyone please feel free to continue for me…

through the fairs

this dual-i-ty,
this flex-i-bi-lity, and dex-ter-it-y
this torture!
even the sun is absolute…

this is my truth,
my destiny
resistance is to give in

i worship every moment
every moment of silence
the purity of eggshells we walk upon
this baptism, this crucible.

for he covets the closet he was in as
she sings hymns of slient sin
unleashed (for us)
mine, unabashedly, mine

i’d find middle ground
as i venture through the fairs
i stand in for no one
for i am one with them (u shalt not judge me)

this is my choice
every moment is mine

every tear is mine
every joy is yours, oh my fairy, yes,

you remember that
for this was beautiful, oh my love, as tirzah

oh…all my love

to my dearest jykell and hyde
my source, my lungs, my pride

son / guest

when i’m finished
i turn to you

you’d make my bed
in this hotel, this home

this selfishness
(i cannot help)
this altruism

it’s like the rain cycle
it’s like why objects never complain
it’s like why all talk fuck things up

it’s like Man

when you are done
where will i be?

social darwinism

we weep at death
we scorn at sin
we judge, we tread

we are practically clean

you are out and about
without agency

neither ruffle nor flout
you have much-needed decency

(who are the beasts now?)

the trusted entity

what apparent lightness
awashed upon shoulders I frown
thus I realize:
the flight of this entity

I’d trust it, swallow it, with plea-sure revised
this civility’s expanded
hands off mine!


I could not last the weaver of these nets

i need to lay down
soak up the salt


(what profanity is this?)

face-less-ness

tools for the taking
lofty structures for the building
blueprints for the guiding
personalities sketched!

nets for the fishing
breeze for the sailing
hooks for the impaling
i am the bait!

keys aplenty
boxes empty

who is this beckoning?

in all of the matrix’s mumbo-jumbo
(smoke and mirrors)
prosopagnosia helps
to filter every twilight, to erase every face

choose simplicity.

3 Little Pigs

an ode to my bros.

3 little pigs

these
three
little
pigs

never found home

it was pitiful the way they roamed

it was fluid the way they flowed

it was funny i said so

the wolf will come

and
the
pigs
will

find

home

The Puzzle of the Matrix

I think i am coming down with the post-exams depression. Not to say that i was overtly stressed or that i was so worn out by the entire process (but trust me, it ain't fun!), but now that it is all over, it has allowed me to realise one stark reality: that we are all living in a pre-programmed matrix which determine our life chances and our personalities.

What i mean is that as someone who can be considered to be in the upper middle class of society, i think i can be considered to be blessed, in a comparative way. But is it an objective yardstick? Can it ever be objective? Or is this even a non-issue? I seem stuck between the resources, the network, the

PS: for some reason or another, i did not finish this post. In hindsight, i don't think there is a need for me to complete it now. I think i sorta got it sorted out.