Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Halt! Hush! Hark!




Phone please, ring not, trill not,
Interrupt not my short break,
Nothing could be more important,
Madame hath to get her rest.

Boyfriend please, go away, stay away,
Care yes, from a distance,
Let me have this 3 days to myself,
Have you not things to do by thyself?
Be with the boys, glue self to the screen,
Handsomely I will reward, you, I give my word.

Girlfriend please, no shopping, no hen night,
This time I am enough company,
No ranting, just decompressing,
I know my way to the spa,
I can pick the colour of my nail polish,
Worry not,
Say hullo to Mary for me, drinks on me,
I'll hear all about it once I return.

You know not how to relax,
Thou hasn't learnt to catch thy breathe,
Run and run you run, have you no stop?
The things you chase, won't they come to you?
What you chase, always runs from you, they say.

Lie down my stubborn body and recuperate,
Rest oh big head, and catch a snooze,
Here, take this happy pill,
It'll calm your nerves, maybe knock you out,
A couple of hours, sleep hard,
Forget thy tribulations, find peace, reconcile.

Forget the drink, it will do you no good,
Never has, don't fight this, its true,
Make peace with self forgive your iniquities,
Embrace who you are, fight not your fate,
Make the best of what you possess,
Take not for granted those offering a hand,
Dream again, breathe afresh, walk anew,
Rebirth, second chance, new slab.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Your pencil skirt



So you are in love with someone else,
someone who burns within your soul,
I hear you've never felt so alive,
so much desire beyond control.

When we spent summers at the waterfalls
and you said these were the perfect days,
I believed you.
Now you can tell some lies about the good times you haven't had
But I have tongued you more than twice,
and I like it when you tell me to stop,
Oh its turning me on oN ON,
When you raise your pencil skirt,
Like a veil before my eyes.

Well i know that you are engaged to him,
But i know you want something to play with.
I'll be around when he is not in town,
Then I'll show you how you are doing it wrong.
We share the same city and feel the same song
so when winter comes and the bomb drops
don't let me be the last to know
How you are feeling, where you are.

Creation is gone crazy and the TV is mad
Now you are the only sane thing that I have.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Lusts of the flesh



Funny that I wait for my phone to ring
Though I haven’t the slightest clue, what to say to you
I don’t even know you, but I want to say I love you
I want to say I’ll be here for you, I’ll wait for you
Care for you, breathe for you, and smile for you
I do that every minute of the day you know,
Smile for you.

Rub my feet against yours again
Clasp my hand and squeeze again
Embrace me and hold me tight for once
Kiss my brow and find my pouty lips
Touch my stomach and don’t be afraid to feel my heart
I won’t question if you want to go further
I want to find you, be with you
Fly with you to a far away land
Fall in love with you and blow away your mind.

Please don’t make it stop, freeze time instead
Please don’t burst my bubble, don’t make a sound
Let me marinate, just a while longer
I don’t care if you reciprocate, just don’t ruin it for me
I believe, let me believe
I don’t ask for much, just let me breathe
Breathe you in, dream of you, play with you,
Stay with you, stare at you, and sleep with you. Kiss you.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Who are we?




They make us cut our locks, by their piercing looks
We change our wardrobes, so we are not labeled rebels
So we can fit, and attain goals masked by the mist
How they rule over our creative souls is cruel.

They say we look shabby, and out goes our ragged denim
That music its too loud, and there we are turning it down
Rock and roll is the devil's, at them we could throw pebbles
But why don't we? Scared spineless we!

Hiding our tattoos, as if they were marks of failure
Not pursuing painting, for we can't defend what is for sure
Here we are frustrated, with a boring job to endure
If only we made that call, do we not know our cure?

Shifting in our coloured skin, as if we don't belong
Speaking silence, for fear of saying it wrong
Are we not of this race, this very human song
Of freedom, of power? enslaved for how long?

You marry her, and yet you kiss his face
In the closet you sit and long for same else
Unfair to your wife and untrue to yourself
All because they prosecute and persecute

Why do we let them prevail, and retreat behind our veils
Have we a good response? have we no bravery as to riposte?
Its a shame, that we have no name amongst them
But what they call us, make us, FAKE US!

Sunday, September 5, 2010

So you know


From Sufi Rabia -

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?

- Rabia al Basri [1]

(Via Arif Jinha)

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Ode to Ankh




Dear Ankh,

Since we rubbed feet under the table at that dinner, I haven’t slept much,
Thoughts of you ceaselessly torment me,
Images of you won’t give mine mind any calm,
Possibly it was a fleeting instant,
Perhaps the booze fogged up our judgment,
Or maybe it simply was what it was,
A moment,OUR moment
I don’t know what to think, or what to make of it,
I just pray you have trouble getting shuteye too.

Ever yours,
Xx.

Kiss me?




Back to the beginning of the end
Right where it all happened
Back to the spot where electricity flowed
Bursting with desire, hormones raging
Rubbing feet, beneath the desk,
Daze.

I am here, right at the unanticipated rendezvous
Recreating and reliving long gone moments
Where finally we bonded, our energies coupled
Where our eyes met, and our bodies connected
The pit of my stomach turning,
My heart swollen with anticipation.

I want to hug you but I won’t
I want to touch you but I can’t
I want to kiss you, will you let me? I ask.
You giggle, is that a yes? I wonder.

I don’t make my move
I won’t leap before time
I will hold back, even if it kills me
Till lights turn green, amber is fine; at least it’s not red
Embarrass myself I won’t, show my voracity I can’t
I will hunger with class, am I not a lady?