Let us talk as we walk, you and I, come let us at least try,
Hold my hand as you blink at the barren sky,
Tears trickle by and I hear you sigh, “Lies,
I only see lies in these stale blue skies!”
It is a sign, my love, it is a sign that we are doomed to die.

The wild world spins while we drink green glassy gin,
Alone, all alone we sit in shadows of candles and waxy sin,
Around about us we hear the sounds of pain, a fearful din,
Orphans with wide-open mouths spit out rusty razor pins
Which strike true into our wavering hearts, (“Darling, can we ever really win?”).

Your ruby wet white lips drip with the salty saliva of sweet love,
You ask me the eternal question: “Will we fly to heaven like doves?
Let us fly, you and I, to the velvet skies above!”
Yet still I see your cherry stained lips caress a rough cigarette and away you puff,
Darling, the likes of us shall forever remain imprisoned as we are conditioned to spit and cough.

In the hot horizon a hulking hawk takes frightful fanciful flight,
Helpless and heartbroken, we play with our false paper kites,
Skeletal darkness ravishes the earth, no more will come the light,
The right arm of justice lays rotten and by it burns the sword of might,
It will strike and bite both me and you, and all those who are upright.

Once again you whisper hungrily, “What will become of me and you?
Is there anything we can seriously do before we are subdued?”
I say we all hope and pray today and together we stay or else we are surely doomed,
Gloom will come soon, you see Darling there is not enough world to spare or share in this here room,
Let us all awake and break out of this cocoon for we shall never change our heart’s true tune.



©Rangzeb Hussain