The Last Colour

The Last Colour

Hey…

Are you crying?

I can hear you out…

Though you are, I assume, light years away.

It isn’t a surprise

as your soul that usually slides on my heart

warms my soul

had moistened all within

and I could feel heaviness in my chest.

 

Darkness may have engulfed you

enslaved you to its norms and comforts

just remember life’s wonder,

ordinary may see several colours around

but life has only one colour.

Call it the first colour or the last colour,

but that’s the only colour

nature calls it hope.

 

From sun to Vatican City’s pope,

all colour their life with hope.

Saying nothing means,

Saying all sometimes.

Life gives ample scope.

let’s ashen the dark

and let it abandon in winds of changing times

 

Let’s make the sunrise

Peach orange rose

like a toddler’s smile

rub on each other’s soul.

Let not the volcano turn extinct or dormant.

Wake again

to be like sun, active like volcano and sleep like moon.

Let the fortune flex and time be in your control

even if our bodies don’t meet

communications must flow.

 

© Kumar Gautam

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Can I Kiss You

Can I Kiss You

My man

I like the gentleman in you

but next time don’t you ask

“can I kiss you?”

It’s silly.

 

I am modern

but when it comes to kissing

I am still old-fashioned.

You have to initiate this bit.

Don’t ask me,

just make a move,

pucker your lips and kiss.

 

I know you are such a cutie

that you are unable to read my mind.

Just look for signs when I look at you.

Watch me close when I giggle, blush and smile.

Check the moment when I snuggle

or when the damn hairs are on my face.

I don’t mind you moving them away,

that moment just dig in my eyes,

zone in lips and kiss.

 

Boy, you are charming and handsome.

You dazzle with confidence.

Your presence and I am dazed.

Just do it for one heck.

Let my blood pressure elevate and pulse race.

I will close my eyes while you can watch me relax.

Kiss me before it’s too late.

Just kiss me.

 

© Kumar Gautam

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I am an Alcoholic

Confessions of an alcoholic

Cheers!

I am an alcoholic.

My association with alcohol

began like an innocent experiment.

Today, social activity to me means alcohol.

My definition of ‘happy life’ is

alcohol at night to make me sleep

and a drink in the morning to wake me up.

 

Alcohol has given me friends,

many friends.

My list of friends is never ending.

It increases as I slosh another drink.

I have build connections,

expanded business.

My life is constellation of LED lights

wait a minute, there’s a twist in my ‘spirit-ed’ tale.

 

Alcohol is my only friend

Like a PR personnel it manages my brain.

Sympathy has fizzed.

Emotions have diluted.

Cynicism has over taken.

And ‘boss’ I am always right.

Screw you all, I am always right.

 

Dude! Let me confess…

 

I often find myself disconnected.

Three voices echo within me at a time –

alcoholic voice, my numb me voice and voice of my soul.

My soul acts loner;

rarely talks,

behaves dumb.

My body hates it as if it is an enemy.

My alcohol possessed mind thinks of it as beast.

Yes, my soul has turned beast.

I ain’t anymore me.

I have turned – he, she, they.

I am crowd and alcohol makes me feel I am THE.

 

Mate!

Binge drinking,

Bringing shame upon,

embarrassment,

regrets,

struggle to exist,

aren’t acts of heroism.

For a person like me,

who is known to be sober otherwise.

 

It’s a fool’s paradise

We drink to drink

And later drink sinks.

The bout continues,

drink-sink, sink-drink, sink-sink.

 

So you wanna be real cool!

Sink not rise,

rise to drink.

There’s enough to drink around

Drink and suck all illusion, fiction, hypothesis.

Sense the real cool quotient,

the euphoria.

Be the real different one.

Be the real cool.

Dude, enough being ridiculed.  

 

© Kumar Gautam

 

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Happy Anniversary

Happy Anniversary

The truth is out my love.

You have been my world, my universe.

Young and wise I made a choice,

you tolerated me these many years.

 

We make mistakes and mistakes reform us.

We regret, we forgive.

We wish to leave the past behind,

tighter it clings to us.

 

You were an exception.

You let the past sleep in deep slumber.

You never further tear me down

rather fixed those broken mirrors.

 

You gave space to doubts.

You didn’t seek answers to all questions.

You let the silence soak.

You douse off the spark, the fire.

 

I never thought there could be a woman

better than my mother, but here you are.

If I get another life, I wish to be a woman in your life.

That would be my way to offer, love and penance.  

 

© Kumar Gautam

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Crazy Soul

Crazy Soul

This is crazy,

You are crazy.

You want to be special.

You want to save the world.

You want to change the world.

 

You talk of soul.

You want to look for deeper meanings of soul.

Yearning to penetrate, impenetrable.

Attached to your sins,

you wish to detach from the world.

 

You never talk to yourself.

You always talk to world.

They look for soul in you

You look for soul in space.

This is super crazy.

 

© Kumar Gautam

 

Photo: Andrea Daerice Juillerat-Olvera

Dive Into My World

Dive into my world

Dive into my world, my love.

It’s deaf and mute.

Here love is the only sound,

love is the only language.

 

My world may look complex,

but take it slow.

Let love breath you, in out.

All your scars would be healed.

 

Look at you,

your soul is dead dormant

heart has turned into raisin

It’s noisy all over the face.

 

Your dreams on threshold,

today are light years away.

The more they recede,

you rot like frozen meat.

 

Your tears burn me but couldn’t sanatise you.

Your blood cells are numb, eager to die.

Your calmness has burnt the fire within.

If you can, just swallow sperm to create new you.

 

You have turned synthetic.

Let love adorn you,

metamorphose you,

turn you into crystal.

 

Then together we will

stimulate love,

disperse love

absorb and emit love.

 

Dive into my world, my love.

It’s deaf and mute.

Here love is the only sound,

love is the only language.

© Kumar Gautam