Tasenda

The bombs have gone quiet The night is still again,  Holding its breath  As the morning dawns Lazy rays make their way To the scattered glass and stone A bedazzling show of light Incendiary bombs, briefly, an afterthought It's an empty plane, Just like Allah has promised, On the day of judgment, Maybe it is doomsday after all! Unlived lives, unfulfilled promises Broken hearts, grief lingering on Masquerading hope, a few bits of bone And some lonely souls That, and me is all of what remains of the dead

--- The following is for public record  for posterity and history  Let them know you were here  etch your names on these walls   Die in the name of revolution, Industrial, or  Agricultural,   Political or, Sexual,  Just find a cause  Don't decline this invitation to your private doom,  It is a limited-time offer,  For all sales must end     What utter madness is this? Why are you running away from this? On what list is your name on?  Who did you meet?  What did you talk about? Was it about me?  Am I sounding too paranoid?  A little insane  Ignore the glint in my eye, I take no pleasure in this  All I say is accept this love  After all,   whose love isn't a little tainted?  Whose name,  a little tarnished?  Spill out your silences now, I have shown enough love  Others here are much worse, Brotherhood and fealty mean nothing here I am here as your fri...

My death won't be covered No obits, no pictures No profiles with a catalogue of dreams No 3000 word essays in the New Yorker Maybe an inch in the local paper My death wont be covered I am not sexy enough I am not white enough  I am not interesting enough Unless they can pin something on me My death won't be covered My blood isn't red enough My grief isn't relatable enough My life isn't worth enough Maybe it is not fashionable enough My death won't be covered Public executions don't draw crowds Private ones cost a fortune  Poverty is a boon after all Not everyone has company in the grave after all My death won't be covered  I don't have a name or even a number I don't have a home or even a shroud  I don't have a bomb or even a cause Or a mortgage to buy a few minutes of respite My death won't be covered  And i won't even be remembered But my oppressor will be celebrated His pain will be taught in schools While, My death won't be co...

I have seen your dreams I know why you scream Why the city of your heart is so utterly desolate I see graves shimmering, with  Mountains on fire, windows shuttered and empty picture frames   Vendors of rain litter your streets,  knocking down broken deodar doors  Slogans smeared on your empty walls,  promising that the revolution is in the air Boarded-up lanes guarded by strays  Lead up to vacant homes,  embers of lost stories keeping fire barely alive   Even your distant skies, a screenshot of  paisleys inlaid with grief are  knotted into a prison  made of shattered glass   I have seen your dreams I know why you scream !!

How does it burn through the body this desperation, this fire unquenching desire works on the heart like acid slowly eating it away, leaving nothing behind but everlasting hunger How it burns through the body this desperation, this fire unquenching here we are, suspending physics mid-air no gravity, no friction, no dark matter to explain what is going on how it burns through the body this desperation, this fire unquenching can you smell it too? this desperation that reeks in the air, choking all reason in its putrid, miserbale path how it burns through the body this desperation, this fire unquenching this desperation, this fire unquenching

There is an uprising coming it was supposed to be here yesterday but I suppose it is lost in the mail who do I write to the website had no address only a small warning goods once sold can not be returned maybe I should have known then not to trust Nigerian princes with unclaimed millions and fully functional revolutions leftover from the days of the next war Maybe it is stuck at customs maybe it would have been better to wait for my cousin to travel in, so he could sneak it in packed neatly between airport  toblerone and contraband iphones