Keep them with you
I know how hard you want them exposed
Keep it  inside you
Even if it's impossible to survive in their lap
Keep it tightened, very tight
One day when you burst
One day you will definitely burst
The world will hear
So, for now, keep it down
And even if anyone cares now
It is too late

A frustrated affair
Runs through history
The pages burnt
The purity reclaimed
Wars wherein millions burn
The victory declared in the end
Based on who killed more
Where did people die more
The bodies with bullets
Buried in pits and crossed
The bodies where survivors
Put roses at the foot end

A frustrated affair
Coincided the deaths
As death scatters skulls in dust
As death never forgets to come
The bodies which speak of love
Ambitious, power greedy bodies
Directing the soldier bodies
To rip the flesh of common bodies
Thereall bodies and bodies and bodies
A single seed of an idea in the body
The color of the body
The money, the gender
The lover of the body

A frustrated affair
Ignored through time
And instead make kids rot the fabricated
The ones that are written to make sense
To propagate the falsehood
To sympathize with one of the prejudices
Each word, each man, each activity
Each death a matyrdom
Each comrade a traitor
Each lover a promiscuous animal
Each freedom a madness
Each tear a lie
Each word stinks of cold decaying humanity

A frustrated affair
In the present
Soon to be a history
Soon forgotten
Lost in old newsletters
The deaths; simple, complex, accidents
What is then but now
What is not now, will never be
What never will be is the existence
Of truth and honesty, of life and prosperity
The humans populating
The humans killing
That is a prominent animal behaviour, but
Isn't ten percent our cerebral capacity?
PK

I love you because
Love has come to me
Through you
Love was lying somewhere
In an undiscovered space
Love came after the shower
Of your casual asteroid arrival
Love was that explosion
My new place of habitat

I love you because
Love is a simple word
And still holds a plenty meanings
Love is a that soft whisper
You make for no one to know
Love is the complex of feelings
That has left me sick with syndromes
Love is the word I cannot find
When I want to acknowledge you

I love you because
Love has meant respect to me
And I respect men and women
Love with its idiopathy and passion
Has made me a mystic-romantic
The eyes of men, the hands of women
The shirts, skirts, the sweats, perfumes
Since my love can't be held in a person
I hold a billion people inside you

I love you because
I let you go
I found your existence
In the deepest pits of my darkest days
So, I had to tear your idea
But let you hang in paper pieces
Far away in my head
The clutches of my solitude
Scared me I guess
And because I love you
I had to save you

I love you because
Yesterday, I thought about you
Yesterday, I was so in love with you
Yesterday, I was so jealous of you
Yesterday, I wanted to be with you
Yesterday, I suddenly hated you
But hate is love spilled
And hence I love you more
But thence, I also hate you
And with each lovepoem
More I write, more I love you
Pk

I do not belong
In the convents

The wheat, is on me, everywhere
And a foreign language, inside me

Fields of uncertainity on me
They feed, they grow inside me

I think I do not belong
In the convents

Where do I belong? Who am I?
Smell my armpits, that must be I

I lust on my mother's language
I lust to find acceptance of me

I do not belong
In the convents

Am I sorry for my government ?
Am I sorry for myself ?

I crave the vision of unseen fields
I argue for the unaccredited history

But I know I do not belong
In these convents

Pk

How can someone,
As old, as wise, as a tree
As near as my breath
As for me, as I am for me
Hate me, disgust me ?
For my germinating mind
Was a failure

For my insecurity baited
That silly child
Suddenly, so sudden
It guided my mouth
To blurt out
A blurred nonsense
No sense in time, for a person

But how can that arrow
Be so swift and sharp

So precisely on target ?

How hate just clouds years of love ?
Like there was never any sun

Every moment defying nature
Announcing pain
Days, years, gone by

Pk

When your pen falls
From your book into your lap
It is just near your stomach
And then slips swiftly towards your flank
And you try to hold it, catch it,
Milliseconds only and you are anxious
Oh! You hear this peculiar sound
A short soft metalic ringing
Gone! Under the chair or somewhere

You have to rearrange yourself
From the extreme comfort of your posture
To pick up that nasty pen

You have to look at your days
Calculate every bit of their occurence
Try to prevent but still those pens fall

Pk

A path I am on
The one I was scared to be on
The one that's a Frost's road
Different as they call it
The one i was taught about in class
(For the sake of literature
I think)

Difference though is omnipresent
(But for the sake of science i think)
Difference is dangerous
Prevented and taught to that
But still so immense in me
Running, I run fast from it
Still those tiny ants
Ride me and creep on my chest
I slap and I recoil
Not realizing they would bite
Just afraid of a possibility
Under influence of tales of history
Where tragedy outnumbers celebration

Difference that is lovely
A dog or a pet I adore
I embrace it on some units
In cases it makes me revolt
Against groups who think differently
**** differently
And I am proud to insult them
Their inheritance of unevidenced values
Suddenly, though, and mostly
I hit headlights
The dog bites my flesh
I am short of arguments
To support my difference
I am short of theorems
To prove what is right
As I shake my peace flag
Weak in doubts of my wrongfullness

Difference leaves me alone
I am disappointed
I am disgusted
By the different crowds
More even by myself
Difference leaves me alone
Not always
But when does
It blows me down
With contempt and longitude
And i wither back to doubts
Beginning like a shower
Taking up, thunderstorm fashion
That 'I must be wrong'

Differents - hated by many
Maybe because they think it is a disease
Maybe it is going to convert them
Maybe they'd feel isolated
Left alone on a planet
Where everyone is on a screen
Screens might be too many
And you lose your owness
In that melancholy
Maybe scared,
The apparent parental foundations
Blown down to dust, now they mean nothing
The social cycles breaking apart
Storms of worry corrode and perforate
Your soul,
I understand its difficult
As I stand wet at the pavement
Staring at my waterlogged road
(I understand)

I was born with this monster
Feeding on my psyche
Leaving me deficit
Leaving me dumb
It taking my advantage
I taking its name
When i have to name my life
In one word
No matter how much
I tried shooing it away
Putting up acts, masquerads
It's impossible to let it go
It is me, the difference
And I feel like everyone is
Only either I am too insistent
For making my difference
So significant
Or I am a fool
That can't get over itself


Pk