"ticketing" poems
Cosmos’ in line
Trying times are hanging up
Harrowing efforts
Are disappearing from the host
Flying through concrete
The gold trap is deepening
Pant pockets are disappearing
Frayed lives are whimpering
Too much whispering
Richness is changing our living
Galaxies full of notion and time
In our mind they harbor
Asteroids driving our madness
To the core of the emptiness inside
Ticketing our ride home
The rail blurts its bias for us to be gone
So we fall asleep with its subdued sounds
Until we’re out and about
On our own two vehicles
Blasting tasting racketeering tricksters
Devine, sane, and holly men
No one is the same but we’re falling in
Forces are at a tug of war
We’re just the pawns in between
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
My hair is not wavy long
My smile leaves much to be desired
My voice can't keep to the tune of song
My personality has long expired
I stay up till 2am
No need for beauty rest
Because zombie walking through days
Eyes clouded with grey
Is when I'm at my very best
My poetry is mediocre
I failed my English test
I'm a contradiction
But I wish I was normal
like the rest
I've always come across as
a little off
Like stale milk
or green bread
And I bet you the Nile is as long
as my list of young regrets.
But how can I not live?
Time's a ticketing-tock
I have to undo the lock on my life
and the strife of my family debts
that caused us to be stuck here
In the depths of ambitious hopelessness.
And confused I may be
But I tell you that, one day, we will be.
And I promise if you let me, Freddy
I'll be the best friend you'll ever have
All I have to do is plan
my steps and
try not to step
so hard on your booted toes anymore,
I am going to try.
And I will never cry
or fall
For a man, as tall or tattooed
Because his arms are like a noose
Who leaves you to hang
And you'll feel to
Never
Live
Again.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
( After the Easter Bombing, 2019)
To daily travelers like me,
Mr. Aziz was a common sight on the train.
Small and bearded, clean and bright
He was the perfect train companion.
Newspaper in hand, brief case clutched tight
He would smartly stand up for the ladies,
book tickets and hold parcels
For the less fortunate.
An old hand in the Kandy line
His neat little person ideal
For walking between temperamental
Carriages, rubbing intimately
Against ill-fitted hinges,
Despite creaking bolts
And rusty fringes.
When the trains started again, mid-May
He was a changed man.
Suddenly his clothes hung on him loosely
And people looked at him askance.
They slithered further from him
In the ticketing queue-
And no ladies wished to hold his parcels.
There were subtle evasions
And cruel barbs-
And one day he comes, his beard gone
The valleys and shadows of his face open to
Our stripping gaze.
He settles himself awkwardly in a corner-seat
Wishing himself invisible
And somehow, I know,
That this is the beginning of an end,
He will perhaps retire a few months in advance,
Sit on his porch in glum silence-
Recalling the magical sway of old carriages,
Rubbing with familiarity through tunnels and lanes-
Like old lovers, though ill-matched,
arrange creaking limbs on creaking beds.
Despite creaking bolts
and corroded chains.
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 9:47 PM UTC
At first, they kept it on a down low
Feigning not for anything below
But steadily they went on slow-slow
Two-two like doves they flew-up 'n' flow
Engraved in the sulcus of lust
They strived to sex-drive their lust
She needn't guessed who was calling
Of course she knew about his mailing
Come and know my house darling!
She nagged but murmured- a yes in
It was 8:00PM she came entering
Skillfully drove to his door-steps 'n' in
Indeed she was interested to be rested
Too high their feelings they undressed
She could've said no when started
But tensions were high to 've mattered
Months later, she called his line
He ignored her, there's a deadline
She's fed but infact, he's on airline
Ticketing to meet him failedout of line
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC