Category: Verse

It Must Die

It must die. Each bud will bloom And in its bloom must fall. All must die. All magic moments Fade from their eruption. That nothing ever comes Is true. The coming Is the death. Reality the just emerging Slowly dropping blossoms And this love, which We think, will grow Is dying, From the first moment…

Apathy

Gone – are the illusions, the hopes, even the fears. Gone into the night time – left in bed To take their place, days, weeks, months, years Of endless apathy. With nothing here Of now. “Why! Why!” eternally when so well We know the answer’s gone. Gone with the birthdays, Into the system we have…

Caspar

Snaking through the doorway. Sneaking wetly up the stairs to bed, Ignoring the cats cradle made Exclusively, for it. Standing like an emperor On the roof. Surveying its territory. Wanting in. Wanting out. Refusing one day food it liked the last day. Tearing curtains. Ripping chairs. I could sometimes kill it – then it purrs.…

If it Hurts

If it hurts, destroy it. Kill the feelings with a shot Of alcohol, barbituates, Heroin or pot. The silver screen can be quiet good To use for an anaesthetic, And opting out works very well If you are not aesthetic. The race we run against old age, Poverty, tiredness and work, Calls for too much…

On Failing to Advise Failures

“Pull yourself together,” they say. But which self – the self is lost. If we had a self we would have no need To pull it together. “Snap out of it,” they say. Out of what? There is nothing there. If there were something we would not be lost, Inside the nothing. “Relax and be,”…

Trivia

Trivia, Trivia, hallowed be thy name Thy things be done, Endless jobs come At home as they are in the classroom. Forgive us our meditation As we forgive them who meditate around us. Give us this day our daily bargains And lead us not into contemplation But deliver us from thinking For thine is the…

October

Gone overnight the lingerings of Summer. The dead leaves pile together. Odd petals on the ground Turn into dozens in one night, As though having tried postponement The sap has suddenly drained completely, And given up. © EGB

Platitudes

I hate the childish platitudes And like a child myself Hate being bored by people who I find Too slow – too quick – too much trouble For me to carelessly caress. I hate the day’s todayness And – like a child can not Decide, whether it is next year or last year That would…

Slum Clearance

Here, I lived and slept and loved. On this spot. Where the purple flowers grow Here I was born and grew up. And learnt my English Grammar At a school which is no more. Here shall I die inside a monolith Of concrete. Here. In a decade or two, The grass will grow, And purple…

Vitality

If you could also share These vivid moments Our life-tracks would converge More easily. Your highlights are too highly bound For me to share And mine too far diffused for you To comprehend.  We love – we hate – these two for me Are quite compatible For feelings that are strong Mean that I live.…