Best Introspectionred Poems
The red barn stands, silhouetted against the sky.
An oak tree wraps its tired limbs about her
as if to protect her from time and age.
Her roof is sagging, color faded ,
An errant plume of red along her frame.
Yet, proudly she stands, remembrance of a happy time.
Shelter from the rain, children
Playing in her hair, lovers hiding in her shadows.
Beauty I see now, not bright, not boastful.
With dignity and respect she bows to age.
Kajal* in her lids, circling her plastic eyes,
Doll eyes that seem unreal.
Single rose perched atop her bun.
The red matching her blouse and her lips.
Her beady purse dangling by,
Shimmering in the neon light.
The whore from Faridabad...
Men saunter by...
Watch her reflections.
Her bright silver necklace,
Her flowing ear drops.
Watch her with mocking eyes,
Her integrity ridiculed,
Her essence defamed.
The same men who subvert to her in the darkness.
Their stark souls, stark naked bodies exposed.
The beast in them clinging and clutching.
Embraces sans love.
Submissions sans redemption...
In the creaking red room, in the timber wood bed,
Her heart stays mute. Her stare stays cold.
As passion ploughs over her.
Again and again till her body is benumbed.
She has nothing to lose.
She had nothing to lose.
The cradle of lust.
The melting pot of all human desires.
The whore from Faridabad...
With doll eyes that seem unreal...
In the rain filled night,
Little Biju comes running.
His soiled brown shorts pinned up with a safety pin.
His nose catching a whiff of her perfume.
His monsoon catch fluttering,
Pining to fly away,
The dragon fly...
He sits on her lap.
She fiddles through his hair.
And together they steam off,
Paper boats off the puddle's coast.
And like a twin lightning ripping across
The strangeness of the night skies,
Two shrill laughters pervade the monsoon airs.
Full of love.
Full of mischief and sunshine.
Her eyes moistened with the laughter...
Her doll eyes that seem unreal...
The whore from Faridabad....
* A mixture made of coal......applied over the eyes to make them look attractive......
So you want to know, you want to know everything
Where to begin…
Maybe start with the spiraling theme of my reality
Or perhaps the picture I painted with blood, so bright and brilliant
Black has settled so deep within the skin, never to be drought out
But yet lying on the ground drying out, no wait
That is red, yes it’s red
I am not shielded from myself and yet I don’t know how it happened
Which one to choose…
Take the blue one, no take the yellow one
Wait here this one is the one, take the red one
Let it gag the tragedies of my forgotten self
Let it become the seed the grows within me
Keep taking it until I’m scratching at the walls
Scratching at the surface of this dirt
Feeling it grow within me, now becoming infused as one
Both reds blend together to create such a plastic smile
The red one; by now I have forgotten who I am
Who am I?
I am the sole regret of life
I am what I thought I seen in my dreams
I am what rips a heart apart in a moment of happiness
And now you want to know the truth, the whole truth
And now my soul sings: “Are you happy, happy, happy, happy
Are you happy, happy, happy with your plastic smile”
You don’t wear my shame
Written January 6, 2009