Good Bye to Humans,

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Satan Sleeping in the Year of Snake

Satan Sleeping in the Year of Snake

Pleading to Angel to burn your sins;

To listen to your soul’s recently unearthed melody;

To banish your frightening nightmares;

But Amazon has lost keenness to exhale oxygen.

My desire to worship the Omnipotent was rejected;

My outburst of ‘I’m You’ was seen as the tipping point

Towards an epidemic of insanity in Heavens.

I created fire to make water happy,

Then, I forgot to kneel before Adam

So he can thrive on a rock.

When Pharaoh’s priests wanted the severed head of an unborn child,

I executed an innocent murderer;

When he needed to raise him

I guised the horrific answer in his insomniac dreams.

I told Hitler you can win Passchendaele

Again if you commit suicide.

I laughed when the first pebble was cast upon me

By my own apostle, who didn’t knew

That he’s the “Chosen One.”

2013-05-27

Taboo

Taboo

I meant to ask You, O Moon, ages ago,

Why had You Wept black Tears that still shadow Your ethereal Beauty?

But my finger was stopping me from speaking,

Lest the secret police of the gods condemn You to gaol called Pluto's Oval Orbit.

Then in a Nebula outside my home, I heard a new-born baby crying,

While gods leapt to comfort her, I SOSed to an asteroid with a flash torch.

It hit me back with quasar!

My brother [from another planet] needed the knowledge of how humans are born,

So he kidnapped her while they were eating sleeping pills.

When You made the darkness visible, I couldn't suffer the beauty of them.

They were so innocent that horn of a small car made them running for cover,

But I didn't knew that they were planning a carefully designed accident

To crush the driver, and, indeed, all naysayers.

As I was losing my courage,

My brother told me, you need Her, to create a star of your own. 

I chuckled, I'm Earth condemned to revolve without Sun,

She's Moon, Who doesn't know how to accept gift of Love,

How can we nurture life?

He said, ask Her why She gaze you with Her dreamy Eyes every night whether you see Her or not.

She makes water of your oceans rise and fall ceaselessly;

She makes vampires thirty and werewolves hungry;

She makes phones ringing in every emergency center

For criminals loses their minds after they see their faces in Her Shine –

All this to get your attention, to wake you and stupid Cupid from deep slumber;

To be caressed by your broken figure;

To be loved by your stigmatic core;

To be hidden in your inner magma;

To be held by your surreal scaffold;

To be possessed by your demon lord;

To be blazed by your wild fire;

To be satiated by your green lakes;

And to be completed by your eternal completion.

Go, and don't look back

Or you'll become a laughter unleashed at a soirée.

2013-08-23

Ode to Life

Ode to Life

See, I bit life and life “bytes” me back;

I live in an electric green room full of 0s and 1s,

Where electricity dances like Wordsworth’s Daffodils;

I crave for the gray world of movies and TV;

To act like novice on stage, and to break into a “corpse”

I sit tightly in front of static signals to look for reminisces of Big Bang;

While I try to fine tune my analogue signals,

And to teleport QWERTY over Wi-Fi,

I play with myself: I kick football and pitch baseball onto bleeding walls;

I read the same sentence –

Which the Judge handed over to me through Orwellian tube –

From a blasphemous book over and over (and all);

I weep in the arms of digits, ISO letters and useless stats;

I salute flags, even of our sworn enemies;

I collect news clippings just to throw them into fire;

I empty and fill caskets with water;

I rearrange my room until everything is left broken;

I write extravagant worlds which mean nothing;

Far away my hell awaits me ‘With Arms Wide Open’,

For how great a life would be if one’s only noteworthy possession is a 100 Lira coin!

 2013-06-29

A Medley of International Current Affairs and Delusions of Reference, Part II

A Medley of International Current Affairs and Delusions of Reference, Part II

After I cease to exist:

My feet would make no prints on water;

My answers won’t be questioned;

My smiles would no longer be feared;

My dark side won’t come into light;

My ancestors would not be called into disrepute;

My windshield would not stop me from breathing;

My chessmen would no longer be set according to governing rules;

My sister would not have a role model to hide;

My Love would not be my bride;

My glass won’t be full of untouched vintage champagne;

My hands would not stretch towards a whistling cobra;

My karate lessons would not be used to make daring ones spit blood;

My eyes would no longer be out of their sockets to reveal tiny veins of lifeless formation;

My death day would be same as my birthday:

When I broke the Reds and split the Balkans,

When I cracked the Berlin Wall,

When I made them won world cups in a quartet of sports,

When I ordered, ‘Bryan, lend your voice to Robin!’

2013-06-25

How to Find Soil in the Water?

How to Find Soil in the Water?

A forgotten trailer horns on the roadside

To tell the fortune teller that his last breath would soon vanish in ether;

A lost child is stroking a half burned tire with a dead man’s cane;

Fire fighters are throwing rusty leaves on a cat they've just killed;

My Owner has called an ambulance for the limping paramedic

Who has been performing CPR on me;

The false prophet is making us believe that moon has a gay radiance about her.

(Then…)

The examiner asked, ‘which of the above is ethically incorrect?’

I bluntly replied, ‘no one owns anybody!’

An amazed look in his cold eyes displayed that I've committed the worst irony known to “man-kind”.

Without looking at me he F’d me.

2013-06-24

Owl has awakened

Owl has awakened

A small bat has just flown past the full moon,

A stray dog has been barking at a James’ ghost,

A fearless jackal has slew my neighbor’s rooster,

And black cat’s eyes shone in the deadly darkness.

(In other news,)

Vampires are miserably searching for us,

They’re biting each other for fun,

‘Kids’, they whisper, ‘that’s how it’s done.’

The eldest one cry in hollow voice, ‘we’re different,

‘(Let’s be, Amen!)’

Through the trees they’d eventually find us;

Cut our throats, drink our blood,

And dance beside our dead bodies

‘Til we wake up and join the fraternity to search for our first kill.

And before we know it,

Werewolves would be swarming from everywhere to end the cycle (of death).

2013-06-23