Saturday, December 6, 2008


Near distant future,
Where are you now?
I need some closure,
I need to know how,
The world will end.
Will it be soon or late?
I cannot pretend,
To predict my fate.

An explosion?
An epidemic? A bout?
What is your notion?
What have you got?
If I could just get there,
Only for a minute,
I need to know how I'd fare,
If I was in it.

I'm not furious,
It's all the worry,
That's making me curious,
Why don't you hurry,
And take me where you've been,
I want to have a clue,
If brown will be the new green,
And black, the new blue.

We're here at last,
It's scary, what I see,
Now take me back fast,
They're coming after me,
Muffled, I shout,
Hands tied behind my back,
My eyes gouged out,
I'm having a panic attack.

Sunday, November 30, 2008


I grope in the dark,
Have I gone blind?
I know fully well,
It's all in my mind.

Everybody I know warned me,
There's nobody in this city,
No face old or new,
I succumbed to insanity.

So what am I fighting for?
There is nothing I demand.
The door's locked, from the outside,
Or inside, I don't know where I stand.

Silent bystander, I implore you.
Please tell me, is there something you see?
I am alone in the dark,
All of this makes little sense to me.

The eerie silence of expectation,
Lingers in vast nothingness.
I'm not even sure if I hear,
The heart beating in my chest.

I remember someone once told me,
To lie very still on the cold floor.
I clench my fists and prepare myself,
For whatever lies behind the door.

Sunday, August 24, 2008


I have come to realise in good time
That people in general do suck
We are all outcasts in our own homes
But we don't give a fuck.

We are all abominations under some wicked spell
Grotesque, scarred, from the depths of hell

We sit walled up in an undisclosed mental prison,
Our eyes gouged out, they took away our vision.

Why do we walk this earth, when our end is near
When do we escape to the black sky, clear

Chisels on wood, we are being whittled away
Pacified and mind-numbed, no reason to stay

It's midnight, our voices yell with resonance
Everyone of us will walk the distance

In army formation, a mass of brown
On the long road, out of town

Something solid blocks our path, we stall
It's large object. Solid, metal-like and very tall

I can barely make out the sign in the rain
I think it says 'Please visit again'

Friday, May 23, 2008

The Kiss of Transcendental Bliss

The Sun. A Phenomenon.
A Solitary Ray
My Brave Burning Eyes
Are Watching Lights Astray.

The Prism. Cataclysm.
A Rainbow Disarray
I See Running Colours
And The Residual Grey.

The White Hot. Sun Spot.
I'm Having a Trippy Day
Closing My Eyes In a Trance
Forever Longing To Stay.

Golden Beer. Crystal Clear.
It Makes My Day
Hypocrites, All of You
Get Out of My Way.

Smoke Swirls. And Curls.
My Wispy Thoughts Fray
The Sand Inbetween My Toes
And The Cool Summer Spray.

Sea Breeze. The Palm Trees.
I'm Watching Them Sway
The Footprints In The Sand
Are Getting Washed Away.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

I now pronounce you Husband and Whale

The clock strikes nine, and I’m doing fine,
But I feel chills, running down my spine

Things happened so soon, Damn the stupid moon,
Yes, you may eat my ass. Here’s a spoon.

I must confess, I didn’t think she’d say yes,
And now everything’s a bloody mess.

She’s a beast, and she’s waiting to feast,
Oh, why didn’t I just become a priest?

This really isn’t my thing, because I just wanted a fling
And if I try hard, I can almost hear them sing,

“Here comes the bride, 50 inches wide,
She didn’t fit down the aisle, so she came along the side.”

To the window I hop, it’s a 20-foot drop,
And while I search for some rope, I just stop.

We made love by the pool. She was really cool,
Oh, why do I falter? “It’s love you fool!”

I live ahead a few years, I realise my worst fears,
A 10-pound baby, constantly in tears

Oh no! I jump, and land on my rump,
I think I fell on a small wooden stump

I guess things turned out fair, I can still smell her hair,
As I carry her across the threshold, on my wheelchair.


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Monday, March 31, 2008

Mighty Falafel

Half past 11, overtime,
I'm overworked, underpaid
"Why doesn't the clock strike sooner?"
I constantly whine

The most exciting part of my day
Is racing across the street
And grabbing that last falafel
Before the cart speeds away.

The elevator bell
I can't believe it still works
I must be earlier than usual
Oh, glorious falafel.

An empty park bench!
Why do I feel so lucky?
I check my soles for gum
A sticky mass I wrench.

Who is this woman? Why the haste?
I see through her clothes
And feel like a pervert
My eyes down her waist.

Unknown to the self, a tale is made
She's a part time hooker
Part time day, part time night
At least someone's getting laid.

I wake up from a sordid slumber
Did I imagine it all?
Who dares awaken me?
The mighty sound of thunder.

I stare from where I stand
Watching the midnight lights
On a murky lake
I see the shadows expand.

Now playing: Poets Of The Fall - Carnival Of Rust
via FoxyTunes ----------------

All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - © Arvind

Monday, February 18, 2008

Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye

Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye

I hear crickets,
The crackling wood,
Clinking glasses,
I don't know if I should.

Unclear intentions,
Loving you more or less,
Il Fantasma Tra Noi,
He haunts my senses.

I laugh at your bad jokes,
In shameless pretense,
Pledging words,
That make no sense.

I know it, but you don't,
As we waltz on the floor,
That I already have,
My foot out the door.

I think I love you,
I should probably try,
But I want out,
And I don't even know why.

I search for the right time,
In between sips of wine,
Words, they spill out,
"My dear Clementine..."

I got what I wanted (I think...),
I even turn down your embrace,
I don't ever want to see,
Your ashen face.

I storm out,
Welcoming the rain with respite.
And silly crayons,
They paint your face white.

I broke your heart tonight,
And I'm acting coy,
Even though I want to scream,
Intoxicated with joy...


- 'Fantasma Tra Noi' is the name of a beautiful song by Lacuna Coil.
In Italian, it means "The Ghost Between Us".
- The title of this post is an excerpt from the lyrics of "Apollo I: The Writing Writer" by Coheed & Cambria.
- This poem is pure fiction. Capiche?

All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - © Arvind

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Anarchy! - A poetic rendition of George Orwell's '1984'


The once great nation portraying a guise,
Under the incessant rain of revolting lies.

"FOR YOUR GOOD" - They said, they watched every room,
They funneled the rise of a voyeuristic doom.

- The philanthropic intention -
- Of a fatalist federation -

The left hand - Chaos, the streets it ripped,
With a good hand they wielded a formidable grip.

Their words - They bore a modicum of truth.
Promising infinite freedom for the degenerate youth.

- For regional rile -
- And the cities it defiled -

"Within these walls, you shall find,
The desinence of all mankind".

With those last words, escaped, his breath,
The pragmatist died a bloody death.

- We drowned him in a sea -
- Of calamity -

Fight fire with fire. And brick. And stone.
Let them realise we are not alone.

March the walls with courage and strife,
We will rewrite the chapters of our right to life.

- The puppets we played -
- On threads, Frayed -

- Arvind Ramesh
(2nd Januray, 2008)

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