Simplicity

Simplicity

Once

God was a rain drop

A mouth full of honey

Stolen from the hands & hives of productive bees

But the diamond was ripped from my chest

One evening when I wasn't looking

And replaced by the smell of earth

An uninvited guest

All is borrowed

The paradox of a charity shop ashtray

The rubble of war

Stained carpets

Ice-skating on velour

I cannot cook

I blame Krishna for my combinations and laziness

It was he that taught me the depressing art of the samosa

Dry and bland

So as not to distract onlookers from his colorful pantomime within

A spectacle that could make even a Peacock blush

Deities gave birth to comets of my bullshit

And kept me sitting in the perimeters of this fence

This cold defense

But there is no rewind nor is there regret

Just speckles of grayness and postmodern subjugation

Brown clothing and concrete

Faint memories of days

Drunk on the relentlessness of discontent

Lungs have collapsed before my very own eyes

And it is me who has missed the last rites of the dying at the dead of night

And my beloved who took my place

Unfamiliar hospital priests

Shuffling down corridors laced with pity

Filling hearts with gods remedy for the unknown

Journey that doth await him

This is a modern day retreat

A pilgrimage & vacation from the soul

Beating it with a stick

Trying to make it better

All Remedies failing

A net of wonder hangs over me

In it is gold

Nothing is what I strived for

Delusion was like soft perfumed soap & steaming water

On a cold mountain morning at the foot of Sagarmatha

The biggest luxury I have ever known

But they are tears of joy that fall out of the eyes of simplicity