A passing away

why does a stranger's passing away

affect me so

I do not know

that he did it to himself?

  i imagine the despair

  as if I was there

  but i wasn’t, no one was

  left to his own

  this man that once shone

  his life in the public was inspiring

  prolific, kind, a star

  but he was at war

that we do not know?

anyone’s reality

their complications, their fragility

we still sit as jury

  we speak lightly and loud

  until there is a shroud

  then we speak in poems and eulogies

  we praise the one gone

  we introspect and we mourn 

then go on as usual and be unkind 

to the next person we see.

And that’s the real tragedy. 

Humanity the great misnomer

my spirit looks like my poems
broken, unfinished
should i really be speaking
when i feel so diminished

the world outside is ablaze
my own steeped in a strange mix
of ennui and fatigue
my own shall pass, does the first have a fix?

is it okay to say
that humans are the worst
no spirit no redemption
we ruined all with our thirst

is it okay to say
that humanity is overrated
it is actually a misnomer
if you see the way we have treated

almost everything good
and i no better, am I?
caught in my own petty struggles
i don't even try

selfish and self-centred
it'd be good if we got wiped out
unless we miraculously collaborate
but that's not what humanity is about

Chasing laughter

laughter has ebbed away
one guffaw, giggle, gurgle at a time
I am left today with anaemic smiles
and a chuckle here and there

No no it's not the lockdown
but a general tightening of sorts
of time, of patience
of meeting topics unexpected

an intellectualisation
a brainification
a dialectic approach overall
I realise, like this very attempt

where are you, oh silliness
non-reason return to your throne
i promise won't look down at you
i know now what you bring

Brain in a jar

i want to exist

as a brain in a jar
no corporeal jhamelas
easier by far

maybe powered to a robot
during day time
so i can go places
on legs that are mine
(or kind of mine)

but when the mood strikes
i can just lay on a table
reading or dreaming
in all important ways, able

no need to bathe
or clean the house
do laundry
so where is the grouse

who's fat who's thin
who cares anymore
the beauty industry
will be pissed off for sure

no racism no sexism
brains can't be black or white
brains don't need land
no borders no fight?

just luxuriate all day
netflix and chill
how "chill" you say
well there's sure to be a pill

although come to think
things could go wrong
a discrimination may evolve
between brains weak and strong

knowing us humans
that's probably certain
so let end this mad scheme
let's draw the curtain

we are doomed
to a life full of troubles
let's protect our small joys
our own tiny bubbles