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  Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
Jay G
Dr. Dog taught me love, and also
pain.
Dr. Dog taught me sincerity and also,
to lie through my teeth.
Dr. Dog taught me that cigarettes ****, and also
taste so **** good.
Dr. Dog taught me to stay asleep and also
to wake up, wake up, wake up.
Dr. Dog taught me that rivers run best with bourbon,
that dreams are best done deaf, dumb and blind.
Dr. Dog taught me that we are the warriors of the
ancient, the warriors of the tin can.
Nirali Shah Feb 2015
Lost in the city lights
Are small palms
Are little feet
Are muddy faces
Of children of a thousand unknown names
Those palms holding a bunch of 5 rupee roses.
And feet scurrying about amongst the traffic signals
Selling their future to wipe your car's windows
And muddy faces serve you
While their childhood
Brews in your cup of chai.
February6,2015
Nirali Shah Feb 2015
The wood and it's ashes
Suspended into the atmosphere
Embraced the fog and the curled up cat
Who purred
And drifted into her dream
While the old watchman
Watched the fire go out
Reflecting upon his bifocals.

Drunken boys
Walked with a drunken walk
Into their houses
Also
Drifted off to sleep
Wishing they woke up
To lust and money
That came from nowhere.

The homeless
Slipped into their rags and papers
Wanting to wake up
To, oh well,just another day
With promised food.
While rats re-scavenged
On the scavanged morsels

The women sang songs
Of elves to their newly born
Who understood none
Yet slipped into a world
Of ambiguity
Till the dawn

The day slept
Within the blanket of darkness
And a moon
Full of cheese and a rabbit within
Made of a whole bunch of craters
That soaked up
Hunger,thirst,failure and fatigue
Of the day

Love
Falling in and out of people
And tears
That only fell out
Whispered into the ears of tomorrow
To be better
To be less deceitful.
February 5,2015
  Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
Graced Lightning
She’ll be lovely. You’ll be able to count the spaces in between her ribs. She’ll have thin skin and it’ll be so easy to drive her crazy with just a single touch. It’ll be easy to make your mark on her, too. She’ll bruise easy and love it. She’ll think it’s beautiful.

2. She won’t ever be expensive on dates because all she’ll order is a salad. You’ll never have to worry about her ordering an expensive steak. You might have to worry about emergency room bills when she passes out, but she’ll never ask for anything else. All she’ll want is ***** and sleeping pills.

3. She will always put you first. Your needs always come before hers because she was raised “God first, others second, I am third”. She’ll make you hot chocolate and drive to your house at 3 AM with pizza she won’t eat, even though she’s dead tired and all she wants is a good night’s rest. You can count on her to be there.

4. She will tell you that you are perfect. She’ll believe it, too. Everyone around her seems to be perfect and she’s drowning under the weight of mediocrity but it’s ok as long as you know how perfect you are.

5. She’ll always have scissors and pencil sharpeners on hand. The knives in her kitchen are always sharpened to perfection and if you forget your razor at home, it’s ok. She has extras in her closet.

6. She’ll ******* anytime you want. As long as you don’t look at her while she’s getting undressed, she’ll love you until she can’t breathe anymore. She’ll smile as you kiss her thighs because you’re the only one that makes her feel beautiful.

7. Date a girl who hates herself because she’ll love you.
Nirali Shah Feb 2015
The gentle green bottle
Filled the space with her soothing light
As she awakened the cat
snoozing over the snoozing dog.
Listening to the wind chime
That chimed along the wind.
Humble yet powerful that she was
Reader of the enclosed mind
The shrink of the depressed
The one that besieges
And yet the one that releases
the truth that hides
behind those moist cherry lips.
Oh the comfort of the green light
Soft enough to filter
The harsh sun rays
Unlike the cruel gaze of uncertainty.
So I lie
In the luminous presence
Of the pacifying green glass
Watching the devil's ivy
Thriving within her gorgeous self.
2nd February,2015
Nirali Shah Dec 2014
Her voice echoed in eternity.
While blood spattered from that small body
On that notebook
Lying on the floor
Imprinting red palms on it.
She heard them call out
To the Almighty
From the foggy little distant mosque
She offered a prayer
For the future
A bright one..
For the children of God
For the mothers who bore them
Who don't have to wipe their own tears
Where she could live for a hundred more years
For their childhood
The one spent..
Looking at a misty sunset
That tastes like hope
And feels like a dream
With a privilege of coming true.
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