... to the parents from a grown-up child

i know i am i feel i am
i feel i am a lustful eye
i know i know ignore ignore
but i shan't say bye goodbye

prefer! prefer! to walk with a saver
instead to walk with a whore
who feels no shame
who spends her fame
who lives on men, encore

i hate my money i hate you parents
i hate your too-much care
i've grown up i'm furling like a dove
my heart is nude and bare

of love... that leaves and never ever lives
with parents and parenthood
you were always fathers
you were always mothers
you never passed your childhood

i know i am i feel i am
i feel i am a lustful eye
i know i know ignore ignore
but i shan't say bye goodbye

because of an earth
that's born before birth
whose life is a pack of slips
who feels who cares
not too-much that i fear
who loves who loves Nemesis

he is not a man who is not a god
he is such a man of mistakes
he always appears
not to hold me on my bed
but to touch my heart instead

i know i am i feel i am
a loser and a lustful loser
he always appears
when i try a suicide
he kills me so much that i
forget my death forgive mistakes
and swim through his time and tide

i know i am lost and yet do i feel
only losers and losers debate
for what they had done
for what they should do
not with their own mistakes

i know i am i feel i am
i feel i am a lustful eye
i know i know ignore ignore
but i shan't say bye goodbye

to this earth of holy lie
to this earth of holy lie

4 comments:

A said...

Hail thee. Every word rings with the clarity of truth. Gracious.

A grain of sand said...

soulful!

Barkha Dhar said...

This poem is simply brilliant and honestly pensive. It preoccupies the mind soaks up the feelings. Lovely!

Swetha said...

I like the way your poem sounds....
"i know i am i feel i am"...

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