Morning

I walk briskly
At the sign of light,
As if it were the pistol of death
of the previous night.

I watch in wonder
as the neighbor's dog noses
its way through the grass of mynas,
and flapping coal wings
startle the stagnant air
with small beaded eyes fixated
on the unknown species
the dog's leash leads to.

Appointments rope in endless crowds
to places of money, sweat and tears.
And the fears of the morning rush
seems alleviated now
that people are practising courtesy (or some form of it)
in lines as if to offer prayers
to the accelerating box of people,
while watches flash in the light
reaffirming when their time is up.

I look around to see and experience
What a zombie apocalypse might be;
What with all these deadpan faces
and ironed shirt with no creases.
They march escalators of souls
trampled below
in the tragic foodchain
we all succumb to.

A hand weaves through
And untangles the horrid knotted earphones
Draping it on successfully--
On oneself like a huge bowtie
On a casket meant to go
In search for another life.

Three minutes of silence,
or more so,
as we mind our own business.
The rituals we do
that dismisses dawns
and its symbolic nature:
in our loss, it mourns.

Mimesis

She perches on the table front
Hands tousling her chin
He stands with the structure between
Him and the wide sleepy tin

Hearts and dimming eyes
Flickering at the promise of art
Sense and selective penning
To tug at mind and heart

Last Warning

Don't leave me here
Where are you going
Away
No, don't

Sitting on an island on fire
No one wants this mind for hire
They sat him down and told him
"You don't know how to be a liar"

And it's true, life is just a game
It's all the choices that we make
That, direct where your life goes, it's
Too late for regrets for fuck's sake

I don't know if anything I'm saying is getting to you
But you mean too much to me for me to just let you go, too
And I know I don't hold that place in your life and I don't know if I ever will
So tell me something before I lay down and pop the pill, because

I'm going to run out of time
Snapping at all my lifelines
So give me a last warning, last warning
Before the morning

Blind in the black
With nothing to cover my back
I am running into walls like there isn't any right track

The water flows, gushes, pours
I only see the open door
But the fire keeps on pounding me down into the floor

The walls of this place are closing in too fast
And I don't know if my support structures are going to last

But I know one thing
The resounding sound of this something
Is going to outlast me, I'm dying, you see, because

I'm going to run out of time
Snapping at all my lifelines
So give me a last warning, last warning
Before the morning I might not see

This is a drastic change in
Expectations
And the one who can't adapt
Dies worse than physically

No, don't go
Away
Where are you going
Don't leave me here