inarticulate

he wrote about a flaming furious moon

and angels with happy cruel streaks

he wrote about eternity gone too soon

and birds with fangs inside their beaks

he wrote about black childhood fears

and about sparkly-neon outer space

he wrote about dead men’s dried up tears

and living heroes sipping on disgrace

he wrote about epics in unknown tongues

and about feelings never ever felt before

he wrote about gods with human lungs

and about nothing behind a closed door

he wrote about peace raring for a fight

and how perverted horror could be art

he wrote when all he wanted to write

was about his fucking aching heart.

ram cobain

aleppo

And the bombs keep falling

Like fast tears down a face

Still no god comes calling

Oh what a goddamn disgrace

And the children keep dying

Their childhood’s long dead anyway

And old men keep crying

Till they cry their lives away

And everyone’s an orphan here

This unloved bastard of a city once

Where the air is thick with fear

And smoke from the coughing guns

Soon there’ll be nothing left

Nothing but the niggle of memory

And us with our crushing debt

The dues of the unhelping free.

ram cobain

(Pic courtesy Google)

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scythe

He wielded a secret sword so great

It winked and whistled as it sliced through fate

And like pretty pointed shoes at a dance

It twirled merrily as it slashed past chance

It pierced mountains without a care

Plunged through rivers for just a dare

It cut down gnarled Goliaths neatly in half

With nary a grunt but many a laugh

It stabbed doubt in the chest just to be sure

And turned the blade in to see if it could endure

They begged to know if they could see his steel

If it was something they too could perchance feel

So he showed them a thin book; there fluttered one page

On which glistened one red word - courage. 

ram cobain

(Pic courtesy Google)

oh america!

scared men and women wrote

destiny with a blunt knife to their throat.

ram cobain

payback

death looked at life and said
“You know; I wish that you were dead.”
life gently replied, “Yes, but I forgive
I only wish that you could live.”

ram cobain

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A Diwali in Delhi

the city on its knees, turns up its gaze

at a sky that's a funeral pyre ablaze

and through all the coughing and choking

wonders what the motherfuckers are smoking.

ram cobain