MY POEMS

AN ATHEIST'S PRAYER

I have no god for prayers
no angel for favours

there r only dreams when things get better

there is only darkness when i'm not ashamed
to extend my arms
no- not to beg-but to give
yes,take away,take away

take away my birthmarks
purulent remnants of my vile heritage
take away my face
diasfigured with the glory of my forefathers
take away my name, my titles
grisly tattoos of centuries of prejudice

take away my house, my family, my hometown , my country
i have been confined in chains too long
take away my walls my wallets, my closets
corrupt sentries guarding ilgotten fortune

take away the suits, the tails, the shoes,
the lying mirrors
virulent cospirators heap9ing false masks on me
take away my profounsd opinions,my holier than thou ideas
slimey,pukey, graveyard views that make me throw up

take away my eyes ears nose,
my nerve endings,my bloodgroups
take away my genitals , my vagina ,my penis
my genotype, my identity
silent lying coward witnesses of naked perjury

take take -take it all
and bury it in interpllanetary duming grounds

take it all and free me
finally at peace in my private amnion
floating in my urine, my blood
let me finally break the barriers
tear the membranes
and come wailing shreiking naked in to the day
let me finally celebrate my birth

DOUBTS

Being as lonely as an astronaut on Mir space station
When he has fought with his partner—
I often went to the edge of our seventh floor terrace
Wanting to take that final step from concrete to gravity?
What has stopped me so far?
Courage to face life?
Or fear of death? of non existence?
I have my doubts


Are some words more poetic than others?
Do words like fuck,cunt and ‘give it to me harder’
Deteriorate a poem more than blue sofasets,obstreperousness and electromagnetic eggs?
I have my doubts


Van gogh’s paintings didn’t have margins
Trees merged into people
Sunflowers became windows
Does toni Morrison’s similar attempt in his novels make it an imitation
Or is it to be called an inspiration in reverence to the noble prize?
I have my doubts.




When they ask for proof of identity
I present my passport so confidently-so righteously
And they allow me into everything-everywhere-satisfied.
Were I, being by nature forgetful, ever to lose that document
Be ever able to prove me being myself
Be ever accepted anywhere?
I have my doubts.



Having fallen in love with you
Over the telephone
Having kissed your silences
And fanaticized with your breathes
Will I really be able to immigrate to your heart
I have my doubts.



Purring like a cat you tell me
That you had bought a gold plated bookmark for me
With a trapped butterfly inside-even before you ever came onto me
And I have no doubts.
Like the only thing in this world not needing proof
Like religion, like madness, like oxygen.