Simple Words

Simple words
failed to make anything.
You trembled.
I fled. You bled.
I fumbled for response.
I erected a few stones.
I stared till I could no longer see.

So much insouciance.
So much stone.
You could have been there forever.
You could have been there alone.

sweet shop sindhi-bengali mix
ooh, you were such a minx
that burfi halwa from Karachi
never thought you'd be so swarthi

paint shop arts at the start
beds popping bubble sheet mats
each time anyone moved to receive
the truth we dared to conceive

till now i cared no less for cricket
I know I'm Indian, its weird
then i met my ranji-walli father in law
now i absolutely hate it

he's the cream
He has my only dream
He has my baby
He has his own too
So why mine, i scream
father in law above
law above father in use
you won't ever win
since i can't ever lose.

Since I am not your lover

There can be no other

Feels like I should die without you

But that’s such an old-fashioned thing to do

I never knew I would be like this

If only I knew back then I wish

I had to soften in the face of loss

And learn in love pride’s hogwash.

Fading like an old TV set

Loosing colour till a point of light

Hums in your ear and dissappers

If I knew that to say

I would not privately stay

Me fading in places that

Never saw the light of day

Why do I see red feet

All across this floor

Why do you don’t

Want me anymore

I thought love was

The reason I had

Now it’s just another reason

For going mad

When there’s no one else around

And I am quite alone, sad and broke

When everything I knew has changed

Why should I still be provoked?

Everything shakes when I think

How much longer must I live like this?

I can’t reach the ones I love

I must stay alive and wish

I thought love was the reason I had

Sometimes what you love can make you mad

Stuck between ghosts, memories and duties

I knew I had it coming to me

I don’t believe in tomorrows

The better I get the less I wonder

About the laws of life and nature

Life’s limits make me glad

Nothing and no one can last forever.

In the place where I live

Something’s just got to give

Way things are today

Doesn’t leave very much to say

Where

Burning dogs are fed to dead people

While you are too busy by yourself

Trying to bury the same steeple

You once stood on to reach the top shelf

For the things that you desire

That you just must add to the fire

Here’s a plug-in for the pain

That you must try

Here’s a brain that’s struggling’

That just won’t run dry

There’s somebody coming

Why won’t they come in?

Is it that day of the week,

Can you hear the babies grumbling?

Before they can even speak

Solomon’s desire song of a scream

Midnight extraction of your dream

Due to this typical technical failure

We interrupt your screen.

Is there no prayer that works

For a restless imagination and lonely heart

Is there no way to reach the end

When you face pain even before you start

Overwrite the stretches of my lineage
With the infusion of warm alternative flow
Circling the girdle of conscious motive
Going deeper into the self-epic
Sieve of loss.

The hip, the square and the tragicomic
All sway towards the fire that makes us sick

Step through the road songs
And jagged edges in silence
Into the rubble of the mind
Spell out the empathic avoidance
Of the end of the struggle I left behind
Soft gristle pulp underfoot of what
Was once thoughts of the soul.

Where the sea splits open
I hear a mermaid call
I trust her because of her single thigh
Anything else that might happen
Is just a fluke!

Early poems - Kinda Dax Noire

Last cigarette
Eyes kicked open with coffee
I stare at the bathroom mirror
Sour milk ---
The smell of squeezed whiteheads

In my dreams I move
From triumphant violence
Searching for a new woman

Somebody begat my heart
Somebody stirred my soul
With a recipe for beginners
Opening my weekends with sleep
Closing it with nightmares of tomorrow

we collide and crash like stars
knowing that we just gave birth
to an engine of re-creation
While the rest of our issues
struggle for justification
we know the things we push
away today will return tomorrow
to miss and haunt us as we go.

It's true; some days are diamonds
the rest is also true while you
are lying in the gutter your mind
can clear out some of the clutter
that you find in the back of behind.

Ever wonder why you react the way
you do and reasons for what you say
Just pushing or are you fading away?


The gleam of my regret shines through
the doorway while my regret wont let
me forget what I did. I could feel more
than I could ever begat, it's true
If I cannot let go of my anger and what
makes me more than my insurrect brain.

She cried when she could not understand
what makes a woman more patient than a man.
I thought you would realise the pain
that kids go through just to feel the main
thought that re-courses through your refrain
that you've bugged me enough, so shut your brain.

Ten fingers and ten tiny toes
Cannot tell me where your milk goes
Still I must wait and measure
What the future can only promise

Naked you are my third hand
while our baby looks at the future.
I wonder what sin this wrought
But I am sorry, I just forgot
that I was writing and leaned back
to bump my head and forget all thought.

To morrow, while in repose or the onslaught
of a workday morning, I should remember what
I could not do and should be done in the light
of what into the wold I brought
Another sorry pun, but I regret to say
I shall live to type another day

To My Baby

I hope you are okay
I hope you are smiling
If you’re not, you took mine.
Keep it under your pillow
For a while and don’t tell mom
She doesn’t think
Anything from me is any good
But she still took you away.

Now you’re both gone
And it’s hard carrying on
I’ve got to stay alive and strong
Each and every day, I go to sleep
With nothing to do but stare
At darkness and hope somehow
It doesn’t reach you and wonder
If you, I or she will ever believe
Everything we hear after this respite
From initial violence our lives
Are underscore hopelessly entwined

I never asked her for money
In my weakness, you would’ve died
They paid the bills and helped you live
Since then, it was clear, when it comes
To you, my baby, I have no rights.

Fact is, I never got it right
The first time, now all I
Have besides my pride cannot
Make me forget I don’t have you.
Still, hang on to that smile in secret
Make sure mommy doesn’t know
You’ve got something from the past

Besides lies bitched and bandied about
By us grown-ups in your tender presence
It didn’t help your mother and I
When tempers fly, no one thought
Of your tears but I hope stray dreams
That she will dry that one good well.
All my love, I really miss you
In case I never see you again;
Goodbye.