Listen Mother

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Listen, mother,
My songs are eyes
Stinging with grains of separation.
In the middle of the night ,
They wake and weep for dead friends.
Mother, I cannot sleep.

Upon them I lay strips of moonlight
Soaked in perfume,
But the pain does not recede.
I foment them
With warm sighs
Yet they turn on me ferociously.

I am still young,
And need guidance myself.
Who can advise him?
Mother, would you tell him,
To clench his lips when he weeps,
Or the world will hear him cry.

Tell him, mother, to swallow the bread
Of separation.
He is fated to mourn.
Tell him to lick the salty dew
On the roses of sorrow,
And stay strong.

Where are the snake handlers
From whom I can beg for a shroud to cover me?
Somebody give me a shroud that will fit!
How can I wait like a jogi
At the doorstep of these people
Greedy for gold?

Listen, o my pain,
Love is like a butterfly
Pinned forever to a stake.
It is like a bee,
From whom desire,
Stays miles away.

Love is a palace
Where, but for birds,
Nothing else lives.
Love is a hearth
Where the bed of fulfillment,
Is never laid.

Mother, tell him not to
Call out the name of his dead friends
So loudly in the middle of the night.
When I am gone, I fear
That this malicious world,
Will say that my songs were evil.

Listen, o mother
My songs are eyes
Stinging with grains of separation.
In the middle of the night ,
They wake and weep for dead friends.
Mother, I cannot sleep.

unsaid--not mine

Yesterday, I was collecting words.


One was up there, sitting in the bo tree,
Another was in the banyan.
One was wandering in my street,
Another was lying in the earthen jar.
A green word lay in the fields,
A black one was eating flesh.
A blue word was flying
With a grain of the sun in its beak.
Every single thing in this world looks like a word to me.
The words of eyes,
The words of hands.
But I do not understand words I hear from a mouth.
I can only read words.
I can only read words.

Either this sorrowful night is long
Or my songs are interminable.
This dreadful night does not end,
Nor do my songs cease.


How deep are these lakes?
No one has measured them.
But they do not swell up in the rains,
Nor dry up in drought.


There is something wrong with my bones,
Set them on fire and they do not scorch.
Sighs burn them,
Grief scorches them.


These are the injuries of love.
What cure, my friend, is possible?
A touch hurts.
A salve hurts.


The fair night belongs to the moon,
To whom does a dark night belong?
A moon does not hide among stars,
Nor can stars be concealed in the moon.

My song.
I must sing this song Myself,
And then die.


This song is more soiled than the earth,
As old as the sun,
For many births I have had to live
The weight of its words.
No one else has the ability
To bring voice to it.
This song was born with me,
And will die with me.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.


This song has a rare melody,
It is filled with pain.
It is like the shriek of cranes
Heard from distant mountains in autumn.
Or the clamor of birds in a forest,
Heard in a chaste dawn.
Or the sound of the wind flowing through high grasses
Heard on a black night.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.


When I and my songs
Both die,
They who inhabit separation-houses
Will seek out my grave.
With one voice,
They will declare,
“Only a very few are fated
To shoulder such pain.”


Do not sing
This song of mine.
I must sing this song
Myself,
And then die.

my acknowledgement...

Yeah here we go…we jus go with the flow..

I gonna say something abt this gurl I knw..

This I dedicate to the gurl whoz m a mate.

Itz a piece of my mind rhyme serving her, on a golden plate.

M not sad or mad,I don’t feel anger,

Bt I just fired out my funny dangler…

So ….here…we….go…

Itz abt u,not a word about me

So u must read this coz its written by me..

In the early it all seems shit but as I proceed it'll b a HIT

U r a gurl with golden glow,

don’t look ur face nw, jus watch ur hair!!! How thy flow…

u've a ability to control beings, even if thy have numerous broken strings….

I used to call u encomiast….but u grown to Leona class…

Still cant believ u can even harass!

If some1 is low,ur doodle sack

had made the emotion flow to slow….

ur melody jus traps the soul n save out the 1 who is bein low…

Now as u r grown…a lot of parties u've thrown..

But a lil advice I give, remai

n bay frm all gallimaufry

that offer u a fake throne….

Jus look how u've grown,u hve a degree bt still condemning

bigb??

BaBY…miracles r not seen yet,but u must believe there is pentacles waiting to ring..

Ur fav. Colour is pink,

u can think what a normal can't ever think!

In ma knowledge u own lives!

1 mine and other for which u SHINE..

Wherever u go tension keeps a high flow…

This tension is not that as every1 know…

When they see u,a complex bu

ild up 'coz

u don’t walk!!

u jus flew…

So Baby don’t u evr cry, m alwaz there, u can even try..

I'l b there even if u don’t care

,m where..

'coz frm my protection u cant spare..

So better u don’t dare to dare

….

M evrywhere on ur behalf to b

are.

Better u don’t get drunk..

Coz u r not n never b like a punk..

Now chill out ur mind

'coz u knw urself as one day u gonna shine..

chillllllllaxxxxx

I am living in a dark sad house full of crimes
the darkness inhabiting my soul on whole….

the smell is damp and foul every1 Gonna pay its toll
the happiness being drowned out of me
lonliness is my companion hope seems so far off

i try to run but i get held down,
when I sat to fly m stuck in the palm
life seems so empty nd the world around me are stones

the world sieze to move… need to be rescued..
all around me is commotion n stress
bt m holding on hoping I don’t feel ne strain..

need the help of a damsel one so fair and good
her hearth melts d stones,her brightness takes over d darkness

nd

her gentle touch to make me a new man outta me...
still believe I will get thru dis…

n believe m gonna prove this n nobody could ever....ever fill her space.
coz its kinda bliss!

Unanswered..

What should I do?

What should I do when I’m falling in love with you?

What should I do when all I can think about is you?

What should I do when I tell you I love you but I never hear you say I love you back?

I’m falling in love with you and I don’t know what to do!

What should I do when I want somebody, but that somebody doesn’t want me in the same way I want them. I’m falling in love with you and I don’t know what to do!

What would you do if you told me you loved me and I turned the other cheek? Would you try harder and harder to win my love?

Baby you got my love,

I’m just afraid that it will get old and fade away.

What should I do when all I can do is think about you and cry, when I can’t hold my emotions inside. I’m falling in love with you and I don’t know what to do!