My Metal Dreams

Wake O' wake my dear men, wake from your deep slumbers, Take up your morning tools, and go straight into the gutters, Wear your stinky boots, and your torn fedora hats, The world is a big hamster wheel and you my friends, just rats Run O' run my dear men, Keep running and don't stop, Think of it, if you will stop, the earth will die and rot, So, dig in deep with your poor feet, keep scraping this food bowl, Render this planet not a better place, but just a 'blue' black hole Gaze O' gaze my dear men, What came of music and the book, Can you see, out on the hills them burning by the brook, But you are now but hollow men, you know not song and wine, You know how to kill the man and you know how to whine Wake O' wake my dear men, wake from your deep slumbers, You have been lying around, just like logs and lumbers, And burn you will like pieces of wood, in the cool summer air, Warned are you, don't take a step, into the dragon's lair. Laugh for once and ...

I wish I could be young, Just for a day, I wish I was small And had small fingers i could twirl, In my father's hands. I wish I couldn't walk as fast, As I do nowadays, and I could stop, And see, the wonders and mysteries, Which pass me by every moment. I wish I saw love when I stared into, These million swarming eyes, around me, While all I see these days, Is a reflection of hate, envy and pain I don't want to speak, as words fail me, Like they did, then, and this cruel tongue, Speaks only lies, and no truth, I'd rather cut it off than let it harm anyone. Let me play in sand and mud, Let me eat chalk, let me fall off bicycles, Let me break my tiny bones, and let me lose my teeth, I would still laugh and happily finish my meal. Where is my mother now, I lost her, in my childhood, and I lost my innocence too, I lie in my home, alone and sad, While she dies, and no one cares. If i could be a child again, I would kiss her, And tell her that I loved her, And sit in her lap...

Her shoes were soiled in tar, Hair dusty, and her dress was torn Smiling, laughing she kissed my cheek, And I was left shy, coy and meek. My small heart, cried with joy, Hearing her footsteps bang on the lifeless stairs The house, dead for way too long, Broke into a serenade, a lovely song. I had lived a life motionless and strange Glued to a chair and cigarette smoke, Ashes piled up with the passing years, Slowly drowning me were all my tears. She came to me, her face was wet, She whispered in my ear,'Dad, it's raining,come out and play' Holding her little fingers,and my wooden cane I walked to the door, into the baptizing rain There was a lake nearby, she followed me there, I had been lifeless too long, I wanted to play She told me that it was sad and lonely here, And jumped in the waters,cold and clear I had cried too long, I stood in quicksand, As it rained, I smiled and beamed, The lovely picture hanging on my fireplace, Had turned into a r...

I met you in the college park, with my hands on a stick and your hands on your face, and I let out a gasp, watching you from afar, Wondering  what I would say  when we'd meet. I walked up to you, in the wintery morning, When the winds were cool and the grounds were wet When I used to be a limp, and you afraid, And my shirts used to have holes in them. My broken self and a cold hand, were the things I brought you, when we met that day, And you had a look on your face, Whether this was the vagabond you had loved that may. You looked in my eyes, and gave a smile too weary, For you had woken up too early, when people around you slept Just to meet this guy you had loved, And I could feel nothing but sorry. Shy and coy, we walked to the gates, Our hands touched, and we broke into a song You tried to look into my eyes, But couldn't, as you were short and me, too long. We took a ride to the holy lake, Where lord's hyms blared and people bathed naked, And I knew why we were in this...

In solitude, I stay alone in peace, The Sun shines and I wrinkle I collapse onto myself, like a touch-me-not, and Disappear under a wintery cot I feel the cold, shattering my teeth, They clatter, and sometimes bite my tongue, I wait for my mother's warmth and smile, To dampen my cunning and all my guile I lie in my bed, it's now on fire, It burns my dreams and all my desires, A face of hope and distant dreams, Breaks in little pieces at the seams Winters come, and summers they pass, Years remain, etched on my skin With every passing day i feel, The pen will soon run out of ink. Last days of summers, In my life are here, Bound by leather and the chain, I see around the corner, An end to the pain.

She looked up. There was no sky above her, only a stationary fan. She was covered in sweat, and her eyes were full of tears, she didn't know where she was. She looked around. She had a basket full of waste papers, crumpled in a small heap. She exhaled, and let out a deep sigh. She was so close to her target, her goal of life. Her moment of reckoning, the end of starvation and catharsis at last. A knock. She heard a knock on her door and some muffled voices. She drowned the voices. She started singing, and a rainbow of colors blew up on her face. The room sprung up with life, with vigor and infinite possibilities but soon turned back to how it was initially. Someone passed a plate of food under the gate of her room. Surprisingly, the food was very good everyday, considering she had expected everyone to have conveniently forgotten her by now. But evidently everyone loved her. Moreover, she had turned out to be a celebrity in India, considering what she had done, how she had re...