THE HUMAN ANVIL

Tag: human

  • Rowing Till The Riverbed

    Let me fall now, no
    Let me fade away instead
    I am tired of being ever alone
    Of being always afraid

    I was a fool to grapple with the dark, you know,
    A fool to light my heart on fire
    A fool to eat the wounded ashes
    To taste the honey of that sweet desire

    I was blind with my eyes open
    Blind to the water rising around my waist
    Blind to see that I with my words
    Was no different than the rest

    So here I am now, here,
    A face amongst other faces:
    All fools condemned henceforth
    To die; by hanging on her tresses

    I should have known it, I should have
    For it was no secret after all
    That there was magic in her voice
    And that it was a siren’s call

    It was this damned dream, you see,
    To be together in the end
    So surreal that I forgot
    It was all make-believe, a pretend

    I am going now, I am gone
    There are other lovers in the line
    They ask me if she is a goddess
    And I answer: Yes, if the Devil’s Divine…

  • Fault of the Flower

    Would it pain
    She asks
    Knowing all too well that it would
    But I said No
    As if saying thus shall make it so
    And watched
    Drifting in the lap of the night
    Horror’s hand take hold
    And smother
    The last filaments
    Those final particles
    Ruminated remnants
    Hers and my own
    Settle on the dying petals
    Of the flower we painted
    But forgot to plant
    If only we had not been
    Part myopic, part colourblind
    There would have been gardens to tend
    New flowers to sow
    Some fragrance to find

  • In The Heart Of What We Know

    The Sea reminds me
    Of falling in love
    With a shadow
    Of a Dove
    Who, having slept in flight
    At the stroke of midnight
    Awoke falling for
    Dewdrops of sunlight

    But the Sea is sadness
    And her roots are all songs
    Left by sailors
    Too eager to sail
    Alone into oblivion
    In a hope to live a tale
    Written by some abandoned watchtower
    Laughing beside the dock

    And the Dove, crystalline in her virgin whiteness
    Covets the Shore;
    With his silence a song
    Played by the sand
    Unaware that only the lost
    Will be found
    In the seed of his sound

    Thus they remain knitted
    The Dove, Sea and Shore
    In search of another
    Forevermore
    So blind in their yearning
    Of the love they cannot find
    That none waits to see
    The one left behind

  • Sleepwalker

    All I can think about is dust and dusk
    And drowning in a shattered sea
    Made of glass
    Like a photograph of a falling man
    Who is never truly falling
    But eternally trapped
    With a suspended scream
    In an endless dream
    Like a dreamless wraith;
    Weightless and wordless
    As an orphan in death

    But sometimes the night is too strong for me to sleep
    And the dreams I have are too dark for me to keep
    So I become a cobweb on the far wall
    Or a three pin plug lost in a socket
    Some crumpled paper on the floor
    Or a faded face in an old heart shaped locket
    A catharsis of cause
    Building prisons to be free
    An empty ship sailing
    An emptier sea

    Where there is fog in the air
    And yet I stare
    Like a blind man blinking
    Without thinking at the sky
    Wondering in my own vacuum
    About the mute purpose of ‘Why’
    With voices at the edge of my vision
    And footsteps at the back of my mind
    I am dreaming of being asleep
    And afraid of losing what I cannot find

    Thus, in this black and white world
    In this sharp and smooth world
    In this loud and quiet world
    In this bitter and sweet world
    In this dull and fragrant world
    I shall remain awake
    Till a different tomorrow

  • Incandescent

    I was born out of the blue
    Like a star without a face
    And shall one day be falling too
    As dust without a trace
    In hope that when I am gone
    Those very few whom I knew
    Kept something of the light
    With which their wish came true…

  • The Ash Blanket

    Last night
    In dim light
    Of half closed fridge
    My pale skin
    Shone
    Like snow on fire
    And the blunt desire
    To bruise
    And break
    These filial bonds
    Of flesh and bones
    Rose, untainted
    Like waves on sea
    Like a dream disguised as a memory

    I was sleeping
    Under the cold warmth
    Of the ash blanket
    Till people appeared
    By my bedside
    Beings sulphurous
    Silhouettes of silver smoke
    Which spoke:
    ‘Come to us
    You child of gravity
    There is a world beyond the world
    Shaped by chaos and clarity
    A latticework of lyrics
    A synagogue sans any saint
    A cosmos acclaimed by cynics
    A painting without the paint’
    And I alive in tenuous thoughts
    Of nevermore and forever
    Could only see and be
    A shadow of a reflection
    Unborn thus free
    And so those excelsior people
    With ghost hands bore me away
    Astride the light they had saved
    Back from their leftover days

    What I saw thence I cannot say
    There is nothing to remember
    Between the first dawn of January
    And the last night of December
    But there are those half dreamt moments
    When I seem to know
    The truth breathed upon me:
    That Soul is what the light don’t show

    But last night
    In dim light
    Of half closed fridge
    My pale skin
    Shone
    Like snow on fire…

  • An Answer to the Abyss

    This moment
    It is endless
    There is nothing more to be
    It is the past you predicted
    And future you didn’t see…

  • A Line On The Sand


    Amidst the dunes of Rajasthan
    I breathed as an ocean would;
    Endless and eternal

  • Streetside Socrates

    Flesh and light
    Bone and stone
    Are same, similar; a synonym
    Of everything

    I gazed into the night
    Fragmented by the city lights
    Knifing the dreams dead in their tracks

    Scalped thoughts
    Hanging from the cumerbund
    Of the comedian
    Laugh with the wind

    There is no framework for fame
    Nietzsche is not a name
    And all that I know of shame
    Came from the fingers that blame;
    Et tu?
    Fuck you
    Bad words don’t exist
    At all
    For thoughts know not their origin
    But only the sin
    Of being
    The way they are

    Broken mirrors
    Cannot mend the man
    And broken man
    Never has a mirror

    Everything is going to disappear soon
    And the leftover void shall know
    There is nothing known as nothingness
    For even in silence the silence shall grow

  • Death, Dear Friend

    Image by Dave Hoefler @ Unsplash

    Death, do not cry
    I know; you are no one’s friend
    But that does not make you; a foe
    Like all who have been and are being swept away
    Like a clove leaf upon a current
    You too are destined by design
    To sow and grow; sorrow
    That abandoned thistle tree
    Which all passes and pretends not to see

    Death, do not cry
    When your choices go wrong
    There are so many voices asking
    To add another verse to their swan song
    But you know as do I
    That music is sweet only for so long
    And it starts with no cymbals and shall end with no gong

    Death, do not cry
    People do care about you a lot
    You may not always be the fountainhead
    But you are almost always an afterthought
    And we may not think of you as we breathe
    Or when we play the games of Holy Land
    But we do rehearse our union every night
    Though not all of us understand

    Death, do not cry
    We shall meet for once and forever
    But before that I must ask an honest, humble favor:
    Of all the places for us to meet
    And greet, if you could visit me when I am fast asleep
    Then there shall be nothing for me to weep
    As I skip; the curtain call of my every emotion
    And be like a nameless raindrop falling into an aimless ocean