侘寂

 Trying to lay your head on the bed

To be assaulted by nightmares instead

Fervors all suppressed and outta zest

Terrors being bred and force-fed


Y'all need a rest from this stress

Coz none of you deserve this

Being bombarded east & west

By the agenda in Man's evil manifest


Look inside your own chest

Confess to the raging storm abreast

For that is the 1st step on Healing Express

To filtering out the distress, detest and pest


Drain that abscess before its progress

Leaves you with its crest of unrest

For you, child, deserve the Universe's very best

And never forget: you are much loved and blessed

Bye Pravind!

Zordi kan mo guet Pravind
Mo ggne vomi, mo gagne ghinn

Li coz nou menti, li nek envi ene win
Li prend nu lamer ek pays pu so bin

Li tire lepep depi zot cabine
Met zot lor lari, devant carabine

Kan li li dans limousine
Li met ti copain ti copine

Dans lepep so la cuizine
Pu ki tou deal rent dans zot jinn

In ler pu nu dir non a to cocaine,
Tir toi dpi tou laffiss tou magazines

In ler pu sanz lekip ki roule nu lizine
Refer sa pays la avec nu vrai lorizine

Aila, sorte depi nu piscine,
Nu dir: Non a toi Pravind!

Blitz

So begins a new journey
And a killing spree
New horizons across the sea
To find more of me

Rip away every influence
Kill the nonsense
From nature, chosen cages and nurture
Bare a heart to calm the stir

Chart a course for the cleanse
Let the pen and the gen contend
Under the Eye of Horus
Leading us to the Source

Where we're moulding anew
Forgetting the blue
Crafting a breakthrough
To leave behind everything untrue

C18H21NO3

What a joke it is
That months and years
Can be so rapidly sheared
By too many damned words

How funny it is
That despite so many talks
My heart was never your landmark
And you left me, out cold to freeze

How comic it is
That you don't even realise
Not facing & rectifying your mistakes
Made reasons and whys, but fake

How dumb it is
That I thought you would never
Play me ever
But you did bring me to my knees

How unfair it is
That I will never hear her
Her stories & her sleepy purr
Stockholmed me at ease

How easy it is
Cutting me out
Sick and exiled out
With the keychain & memoirs

How lucky it is
That we never took any vows
For you would have broken them already
In health ready, but in sickness gone baby!

So that's how it is,
Therapy and burning energy
Sedates me to sleep
So I cannot weep

Yet...
Despite the shove
Only love
No regret