MISS MUSE... PLEASE AMUSE...

i have her...

i don’t need her.

We don’t need each other.

It’s all flesh and bones.

We are moving stones.

Feeling living the killing satisfaction

With the available timid attraction.

Please dump yoour past

Cause present is full of action

Work oriented encounter

Lost in memoirs to calm down her.

There conversation not helpful

Proving class difference dreadful

THIS SHEER HOPELESSNESS 

Makes me the father of sickness

I drive to the cemetery

In search of morbid victory

I have nothing

Eyes offer hunting

They all are accumulating

Karma and i am doing nothing

Just sitting and sulking

No one knows me

No one owes me

I am living dead body

No one  foes me/cares me/choose  me

Me is the dying element burning soul

Fire getting hold of whatever can roll.  

FREE VERSES... THAT GIRL... SAYS

I the monologue

You…

We the audience

And you???

You the absent.

Well then

Who the miss understood

Standing out bare foot

Don’t ask her out

She has ache in tooth

Oh my chord I hear

Music-deprived hoot 

Well Well Well

That’s some parachute

Suspended in ecstasy

On borrowed weed

Whom no one needs

Oh spare me your gentle heeds                                            

There is heap of unsown seeds

Must be pass out with no leads

Lady

Getting back to our dispute

Let’s keep the oscillating truth

That’s the mere ingredient

Which the PR HR constitutes.

As wages for their fun and food

Wow such equilibrium

In relationships

Tell me the amplitude

Hey leave it them

With gratitude and simple happy solitude

Well then say some sell den

In German they say auf wiedersehen

meaning Bye bye till we meet again

I know

We depart just to be again

Let’s not have that game again

I crossed a century and history

To witness your beauty and brains.

Hahahahahahahahahahahah

Om my lord did I just….

Hate me love me but don’t

Don’t observe me  

Share your grief

Will bring you relief

LADY:  Are You from advertising firm?

Every word of yours is hitting pitch.

Ohkay let me confess language is a bitch

And literature, all about how to pitch that bitch.

LADY: Holy shit!!

Are you out of your wits?

Say so you may say so lady.

As your conscience is limited to hairgrip.

Oh no not again!!

Ignorance shower in vain.

Creature deprived of wisdom

Looking at mirrors full of barren lane

Confused market driven middle class city dwellers

She is no more in the hands of dreams that got over.

Leave her… to her… for her…

YES, She loves purr purr purr…

To be Meshram…  again

Auf wiedersehen.