Those who yell at me
Those who yell at me
stars from the long red strips, heavy doctrines
blues for a few ain’t better, further
who goes where I don’t much care
roads everywhere going haywire
who knows which is the one?
Dipping intensely in the machinery of life
appetite for pride followed by outrageous cry from its jolts
fading milestones one by one by the dust of its rear
brown high-way on top gear
Crazy nights on snow, anarchy with cappuccino
What’s going on man I don’t know
Who knows? Who cares?
Those who yell at me I stare!
A treacher from that corridor, life spent on rigged dog-eared pages
surviving for ages
The bell that rings so often, birds in a golden cage
black coat across the table, swerved eyebrows
Holy trinity and sages from the romantic folklore
the giant glass boxes thriving to shine till vanished
Fascist with a midnight wish
magnetic eyes of weary exorcists on big city streets
feast of miracles in the world of craving more than hunger
those who yell at me I stare!
I murmur all thieves are not a thief
spared are the sons of anarchist rest of a bitch
Wolf fight in a broad day light
one’s death ensures other’s win
each time you spill I write, one after another
I refuse to go together for the pride before a fall
I want peace, not in a piece of paper on which I piss
trapped in a cusp of hope and despair
Those who yell at me I stare!
by Sourav [India]
-> more poems by the same author can be found here
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