UNSHAVEN

I remember in a movie someone bragged the other one over the latter ones shabby beard by throwing the remark: “You look unemployed”. Man! That was a long time ago. This stupid but profound remark came to my mind like a landslide while I accidentally happen to have a glance of myself in the mirror. I hadn’t shaved for more than a month and as I spent some time in the mirror I came to a conclusion that if I continue this, I would be the next Bin Laden look alike. Sometime soon, the US Navy SEAL would be hovering above my house and kill every person who has a long beard. Then I gave a second look to myself and somehow I reached the near point of self judgement that I may also look like Che. But that wouldn’t help me either. I could be shot by CIA in some deserted place.

Subsequently, I snapped out of these crazy thoughts like a rational man and gave myself a decent logic that I am me and whatever I do, I look like myself; so there’s no point of being anxious a bit. I turned on the TV to clear my head. They were showing some kind of airplane crash investigation show. “Wait a minute! What if I have to travel abroad? I would definitely be the coincidental victim of the random security check. I would be naive to think that they won’t strip me and scatter all of my belongings in the name of national security. Eventually, I would be the only one to pick up my things like a dumping site scavenger.

Again back to the “unemployed” remark, I gave some serious thoughts about why the unemployed people have a common gesture of being reluctant to shave. After thoroughly analyzing all the data in my head, in the end I achieved enlightenment. The only possible reason or fact I may say, behind the excuse of not shaving for us work forsaken living souls is to show others the advantages of being unemployed. In my decent perception, the beard is the sole symbol of “freedom”. After all, freedom is nothing but a state of mind where nobody tells you what to do.

Well, beard may be the symbol of freedom but it has become the point of target by the ruler of the world called ‘Politics’ and has been anguished every now and then. No surprise about it as wherever the whisper of freedom flows, the hush of Politics follows.  

ATTACHED

Come on and sit
next to me Sadness
we've been walking together
since the day
when I knew
that someone like you do exist.


Happiness is so far away
no sign of her till this day
and I need a friend
to pass this lonely life
I look all around
in the end i turn to you again. 

LIFE IN A RANDOM MODE

In a race where every muscle and skeleton

Is running for their lives

Just to get some grain of dry rice

And a bed to get laid whenever they can,

I am a spectator without a blink

Browsing my infected and untreated mind

To discover the lost reason behind it

That can sedate my fried brain in a pan.

Out of the collection of faces

They turn the shuffle on and wake up with one

Doing the exact thing how they exactly did yesterday

Becoming good-looking zombies of silver-screen land,

The Haves and the Have-nots of this wretched place

Share prejudice and jealousy on each other’s wall

In the form of bright sarcasm called ‘socializing’

That they love more than nicotine in hand.

The best god-damned actors of yellow universe

Are the X-lovers with millions of intentions except loving

Who now lust for other chubby scapegoats

Guzzling like hungry thousand headed leeches,

And the left-alones update themselves as Desperados

But live their god forsaken lives as Ghosts

Suffering from electric bulbs and tube lights

Whose decayed hearts still ache from fresh stitches.

Here, Time is limited to unlimited boredom

Of pursuit to the over-rated better days

Capsuled in our heads like worms that eat

Everything including itself like Politics,

Looking Back Puzzled

Shocked I am
like never before,
It's made me mute
and desperate of course.


Trembled I am
scared to death,
Lost my faint hope
still I fear the worse.




Invaded I am
whipped by remorse,
Back to square one
left my shadow behind.


Cramped I am
raided by defeat,
Yearning for past
and tomorrow's blind.

LEFT-OVER

Eat it or throw it away
Life's been a leftover,
Someone says something and it's all over.
Stare through the window
Until you snap out of it,
Keep giving second thoughts
'Cause you forever doubt it.
Grab the pieces and bits
Try hard to put them together,
Just before it makes sense
It shatters for you to gather.
Wash away all the sins
But the guilt is here to stay,
Laugh out loud for free
To smile, you've got to pay.
Eat it or throw it away
life's been a leftover,
someone says something
and it's all over.

YOUR BITTER PORTRAYAL

Your sweet but fake words

Are trying to seduce me,

Like the unpleasant old times

But it's not meant to be.

Your apology and sympathetic voice

Haven't changed over all these years,

But I couldn't remain the same

I can't wipe away your false tears.

My reluctance and ignorance

Are creations of your betrayal,

My pieces of innocent feelings

Drew pictures of Your Bitter Portrayal.