SUCKY POETS SOCIETY

something is better than nothing
anything will do
any teeny weeny lil thing
stand on top of the bridge
look straight up above
HELP!
if we’re not alone
it’s high time to prove that
so come down thee
and HELP!
thy hast the power!
thy hast the power!
is it hast or is it hath?
we get confused
see how confused we are?
so so so confused
HELP!
see how we need thine help?
thine help we seek
thine help we seek
yes yes something is better than nothing
yes even you will do
green or magenta or blue
yes even you will do
this is a yelp for help
yelp! yelp!
a real juice center by the corner
do we stop right here or do we move on further?
and stripes of yellow on that red
we chased you so while so you fled
and if this doesn’t make any sense
no need to tense
coz no money? no date? no problem!
guess what? no pain no gain
coz the world is a stage
we are actor
god is director
and ‘life is a lesson
you’ll learn it when you’re through’

PS: no animaling on stage

PS take two: we fully acquiesce with the readers’ discombobulations if any

we aka the ones who chased aka the ones who chase

time it moves so…. quik
life it feels so…… sick
u stop and u ask….. why
as u count the days…..go by.

what is light but….. dark
what is love but…. lost
what is life but…. death
so what are we but…. dust

got my feet up on a cold chair
staring into my eternal zero
a sun extinguishes itself, into the ocean
engulfing the expanding horizon

my garden rocks and sways to the gentle breeze
a floor of crystal grass sharper than thorns
a waning moon trapped within frozen clouds
like buried memories of a forgotten hero

i dont dare think very loudly
afraid of being haunted by the echoes
i breath slowly in the cold air
gazing at my eternal zero

Kopundole
an old woman in rags
squatting with her back against an electricity pole
gazes into the green light
beeping from an ATM machine

Pulchowk
a fair young lady
on the pillion of a hero-honda
hugs the back of her man tight
as the bike whizzes forward

Durbarmarg
a slender teenage girl walks slowly down the footpath
hand-in-hand with a teenage boy
inhaling warm carbon fumes
and yellow and red streetlights

all it gotta do is stop caring

all it gotta do is stop feeling

yes die…

for a lil while

die for a lil while

please die

people
words
noise
talk
questions
apprehension
recoil
solitary
indifferent
walled

inside
no words
no thoughts
void
you’re a void

when you feel like

bitchin about everythin

it’s what uncle says

life’s so toot up!

it’s what dylan said

the joke’s on me

it’s what you didn’t say

it’s what you said

one full arch
a whisper of another
a united splash
colors assorted
a milieu gray
a splash united

here falls the rain
here shines the sun
and here and now
all is right with the world
evanescent i know
but here and now
all is right with the world

fade away
the shackles of yesterday
tomorrow calls a distant cry
here is what matters
here is what we have
flowers in the wall
a horizon vertical
a freedom simple
a freedom bold

here fall tiny keys
capture them all
bright little flecks
they fall
capture them all
here fall dancing lights
dance they do
to a tune we made
stay a little while longer
dance they do
for me and you
let’s walk
a little while longer
let’s watch them dance

one full arch
one is the time
yet pages there are many
one full arch
one is the shadow
yet reflections there are many
and here bridges the arch
gray is the milieu
gray is so many
and here spreads the arch
a splash united
colors assorted
against a canopy of gray
here spreads the arch

i be a fool
to be a fool
but it be real cool
to be cool

End of Poem

ashani and ayerhs

i am afraid that the footprints you leave behind
will be blown away by the winds, washed away by the rains
i am scared that; when i am out to search for you
you will long be gone..

"….and i leave behind these footprints… so you may remember me…."

.. for ever