These words are for Ahasver – the Wandering Jew…. Cursed by Jesus on His way to Crucifixion, he is doomed to immortality till the Second Coming….. To this date this eternal conqueror of faith, hope, love, and all that bloody jazz that gets poured into our mortal soul every living moment, rambles on…. Death lies vanquished at his dusty ragged boot-heels…. Or at least let’s imagine all these things for the time being…. Let’s just give a resounding kick up the backside of philosophy and theology and take a stroll along those dusty tracts of hopelessness side by side with this faithless savant of immortality….. Just a little break from the chain, that’ll suffice…… Happy Journey !
Heart, play in silence...
The sick poet sought the skies
And the tired singer bought paradise
Hence play in silence, heart,
Play in silence…..
Verses were written for the child who died
Songs were sung for the clown who sighed
Hence, play in silence…..
Prayers adorn the serpents’ skin
The streets of Sodom were kept clean
The pigeons cooed with the morning star
I dream of soldiers who fall in war
Chairs and stairs, they lie in pairs
The clock has stopped, though nobody cares
Sons and sinners – they carried the cross
Long dead flesh – covered with moss
As gypsy ladies stared across
The sky that smells of profit and loss
The sun keeps setting on lizards’ eyes
The Son of Man shall never rise
Flowers to bloom and rivers to flow
I’ll sleep awhile and then I’ll go
As the sea smells of semen and dust
Live we shall, for live we must
He talked to the storm, it told him to wait
Inside churches one dare not masturbate
Rain on rooftops – the same old rhyme
Bread with butter, vodka with lime
The moon had blocked my way to the stars
I took out my knife, I gave her those scars
And that’s the way all cookies crumble
The sky so proud, the stomach so humble
I need those pangs of hope and joy
Freedom and sex – eternity ahoy !
And hence these words and hence this song
Move along, move along….
Heart, play in silence, I plead to you
But don’t stop playing, my faith is new….
But what shall you play?
There’s nothing left to say….
Whatever, I don’t give a damn
Play it, play it again Sam !
The blood that flowed, the veins that throbbed
The rivers that glowed, the loner who sobbed
The child who smiled, the lovers who kissed
The nights so wild, the flame that hissed
Play all these, heart, I beg to thee
Play in silence, make love to me
For there are treasures I’m yet to see
Hence tie me down, but set me free....
6 comments:
This one has many of the underlying themes that appear in many of your poems...yet,somehow,this one rises above all of them-speaking from my side,this is your best creation ever-this one even exceeds 'Blue'-this one sparkles.
i concur with smileyface
can i say it???ok i shall go ahead and say it...
THIS REALLY IS YOUR BEST POST TILL DATE.....
AND BY BEST I DONT MEAN AMATEUR LEVEL BEST.....SERIOUS ART LEVEL BEST....
TAKE A BOW ATIN!!!!
Your best till date......trust me..........so many layers.......o thots....n imagntion......kudos.......
'Play it, play it again Sam !'
Are you talkin' to me?
Kidding :P
Haunting,eerie,macabre but an engrossing read. :)
"Snails have recently crawled down from her reddened eyes,leaving their glutinous shiny trails upon their face."
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