The dumb fool says,
“Forget and forgive!”
“Move on!”
“Get over it!”

The wise man says,
“Forgive but do not forget.”
“Move forward.”
And
Holds you while you cry a river.

maybe if to you, i didn't lie,
you're still alive.
maybe if i didn't talk back to you,
you're still here, real & true.
maybe if I wasn't naughty,
I wouldn't be visiting you in a cemetery.
maybe if I just listen to everything you've said,
you wouldn't be dead.
maybe if I made you more proud,
you'd sleep beside me safe & sound.
maybe if I didn't stress you so much,
I wouldn't write this such.
maybe if I was a good daughter,
your life lasted longer.
maybe if I didn't do all of those,
you're still here with me real close.

it's been 9 years,
and I still can't stop my falling tears...

कभी मत रहो आश्रित किस्मत पर केवल
करो तुम मेहनत, तभी होंगे तुम सफल

पहले तुम्हारे काम अटकते हुए दिखेंगे
पहले तुम्हारे मार्ग भटकते हुए दिखेंगे
कुछ समझ में न आए तभी जब तुम्हें
मन से ताकत खिसकते हुए दिखेंगे
धीरे - धीरे बाद में तुम जाओगे संभल
करो तुम मेहनत, तभी होंगे तुम सफल

छांव धूप से तुम्हे डराती हुई आयेगी
सुस्ती तुम्हे आलस्य सिखाती हुई आयेगी
जब इन सभी से काम नहीं बने तो
किसी और की गिरावट दिखाती हुई आयेगी
इन सब को पीछे छोड़कर तुम आओगे अव्वल
करो तुम मेहनत, तभी होंगे तुम सफल

जब काम बाजू रखकर तुम सोने वाले हो
तब काम रुक जाएगा, तुम रोने वाले हो
वक़्त पर तुम अगर नहीं जागे तो
अपने हाथों से सबकुछ खोने वाले हो
तन - मन से निकलो बदबूदार यह तरल
करो तुम मेहनत, तभी होंगे तुम सफल

Spiraling
                down
                          a pit
                                  of anxiety.

                     When suddenly


                          A

                          f

    ­                      r

                          e

           ­               e

                          f

                  ­        a

                          l

                         ­ l

                    headfirst
                    short
                    sharp
            ­        burst.

                          And then

P     r     o     c     r   a    s    tination
spilled         un   e   ve       nly

           on a tiled bathroom floor.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Suddenly all the past was here again
magically revealed by the pale coolness of her face


Inscrutable signs
the subtle language of the Gods
Down here the trees blossom

They say don't fall in love with writers
because their poems
are messy
and their letters
are empty words
dressed up to look pretty.
But I say
fall in love with me
because underneath the mess
and in between the lines
is a heart too full of love
that would follow you to any city.
Darling,
kiss me like you need
to feel safe
because my lips want to know
all the places
you have been hurt
so they can make all the pain
drift away

As I stroked your hair,
you batted my hand away,
just as you always did.

Mornings were lost
and evenings vanished
under your gaze,
but I always came back for more.

We were a round hole
and a square peg,
but we tried our best to fit together.

In my attempt to please you,
I only made us both unhappy,

and for that, I'm very sorry.

You have to endure the pain,
So you'll get used to it
Even railways' light's unkind
To unveil courage
and skew the right wind

You have to endure the pain.

Grow up, they said
but even as I did
I lost some child like wonder

Now. All I could ever want
Is to grow back down.

“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”

Puisque de Sisteron à Nantes,
Au cabaret, tout français chante,
Puisque je suis ton échanson,
Je veux, ô Française charmante,
Te fredonner une chanson ;
Une chanson de ma manière,
Pour toi d'abord, et mes amis,
En buvant gaiement dans mon verre
À la santé de ton pays.

Amis, buvons à la Fortune
De la France, Mère commune,
Entre Shakespeare et Murillo :
On y voit la blonde et la brune,
On y boit la bière... et non l'eau.
Doux pays, le plus doux du monde,
Entre Washington... et Chauvin,
Tu baises la brune et la blonde,
Tu fais de la bière et du vin.

Ton cœur est franc, ton âme est fière ;
Les soldats de la Terre entière
T'attaqueront toujours en vain.
Tu baises la blonde et la bière
Comme on boit la brune et le vin.
La brune a le con de la lune,
La blonde a les poils... du mâtin...
Garde bien ta bière et ta brune,
Garde bien ta blonde et ton vin !

On tire la bière de l'orge,
La baïonnette de la forge,
Avec la vigne on fait du vin.
Ta blonde a deux fleurs sur la gorge,
Ta brune a deux grains de raisin.
L'une accroche sa jupe aux branches,
L'autre sourit sous les houblons :
Garde bien leurs garces de hanches,
Garde bien leurs bougres de cons.

Pays vaillant comme un archange,
Pays plus *** que la vendange
Et que l'étoile du matin,
Ta blonde est une douce orange,
Mais ta brune ah !... sacré mâtin !
Ta brune a la griffe profonde ;
Ta rousse a le teint du jasmin ;
Garde-les bien ! Garde ta blonde
Garde-la, le sabre à la main.

Que tes canons n'aient pas de rouilles,
Que tes fileuses de quenouilles
Puissent en paix rire et dormir,
Et se repose sur tes couilles
Du présent et de l'avenir.
C'est sur elles que tu travailles
Sous les toisons d'ombre ou d'or fin :
Garde-les des regards canailles,
Garde-les du coup d'œil hautain !

Pays galant, la langue est claire
Comme le soleil dans ton verre,
Plus que le grec et le latin ;
Autant que ta blonde et ta bière
Garde-la bien, comme ton vin.
Pays plus beau que le Soleil, Lune,
Étoile, aube, aurore et matins.
Aime bien ta blonde et ta brune,
Et fais-leur... beaucoup de catins !

You
With your words
The Knife.
You.

Me
Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.
Me.

Us
A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.
Us.

We
Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.
We.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.

if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...

When I chase the sunset to somewhere unseen,

When my footsteps cease to be something the Earth can taste;

I want to plummet into sky

And flail like flames, falling into eternal twilight.

I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.

Going down is Filatio,
sometimes known as a
lift shaft, if the building
is tall enough, but what
better serendipity than
to be sharing the same
                
                  






         floor as her.

In your little world I’m not on your mind
In your little world everything’s just fine
But in my little world everything hurts
In my little world you’re just an excerpt

I want to read my own mind,
but I know not to trust the author.

Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.

tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.

"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.

They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.

So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself

she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.