And sometimes you've got no other way,
When you want to get out ahead -
My lively father used to say
Quite mechanically...
Then a little while thenceforth
I used to get used to it,
Hammered things
And watched them bang
Through spatial walls
Screwed the doors,
Until I could scarcely recall
What the plasters were before...
And that was how it was
When younger hands
Could hardly grip the nails
Seeing more
Than I ever saw
Learning more
Than I expected
Not knowing why
Things exist
Still knowing more
Why things existed...
And sometimes hope and dream
Are the only things we have
To make sense of what we cannot -
My blithely sister used to say
Quite hypothetically...
Then a little while thenceforth
I used to get used to it
Envying such pure simplicity
Watched her wreathe expectations
Serenely she jeweled
Her butterfly kameez
Sometimes only the rain was allowed
To breathe her completely
Never within the limits of clouds
Always beyond the cages of wind...
And that was how it was
When endless waiting days
Were on an ocean of sky
Without beginning
Without end
And she’d dance by
The moons and stars
Until sailing on to a voyage
Of agelessness
Where the miles she traveled
Were the distance she left behind...
And sometimes, like you cannot reason
Why you love me, I cannot reason
Why I cannot be in love with you -
My lovely beloved, used to say
Quite lovingly...
Then a little while thenceforth
I used to get used to it
In your truly caring gestures,
I never truly knew
What you truly felt
While showing me how the sorrows
Should be bull's-eyed
With a precise and swift smile
To where I still stand hit and dumbfound
Wondering if such beautiful vision
Ever existed...
And that was how it was
When watching myself down
Walking these busy roads
Barely separating myself
From some peering ghosts
Wandering in this city
Shrouded in mist preparing for
The next diplomacy of ballots...
Soon a little while henceforth
The streets will get used to it
For it is used, to echo a new master
Sloganned upon the leftover madness
With promises yet be postered
Silhouetted against the graffitis
Until it is undecided
Of what to keep
Or what to leave behind...
And I will gladly cross them by
Quite quietly
In my silent riot
Boycotting myself off
To where I can rest upon
An october garden
That waits beneath
A july moon...
For sometimes
My sun would carry your scent
Through the bouquets,
On the premiums
When my shadow used to die
Breathing upon your hair -
My lonely rose used to say
Quite used-to-itly...
And that is how
It is...
When you want to get out ahead -
My lively father used to say
Quite mechanically...
Then a little while thenceforth
I used to get used to it,
Hammered things
And watched them bang
Through spatial walls
Screwed the doors,
Until I could scarcely recall
What the plasters were before...
And that was how it was
When younger hands
Could hardly grip the nails
Seeing more
Than I ever saw
Learning more
Than I expected
Not knowing why
Things exist
Still knowing more
Why things existed...
And sometimes hope and dream
Are the only things we have
To make sense of what we cannot -
My blithely sister used to say
Quite hypothetically...
Then a little while thenceforth
I used to get used to it
Envying such pure simplicity
Watched her wreathe expectations
Serenely she jeweled
Her butterfly kameez
Sometimes only the rain was allowed
To breathe her completely
Never within the limits of clouds
Always beyond the cages of wind...
And that was how it was
When endless waiting days
Were on an ocean of sky
Without beginning
Without end
And she’d dance by
The moons and stars
Until sailing on to a voyage
Of agelessness
Where the miles she traveled
Were the distance she left behind...
And sometimes, like you cannot reason
Why you love me, I cannot reason
Why I cannot be in love with you -
My lovely beloved, used to say
Quite lovingly...
Then a little while thenceforth
I used to get used to it
In your truly caring gestures,
I never truly knew
What you truly felt
While showing me how the sorrows
Should be bull's-eyed
With a precise and swift smile
To where I still stand hit and dumbfound
Wondering if such beautiful vision
Ever existed...
And that was how it was
When watching myself down
Walking these busy roads
Barely separating myself
From some peering ghosts
Wandering in this city
Shrouded in mist preparing for
The next diplomacy of ballots...
Soon a little while henceforth
The streets will get used to it
For it is used, to echo a new master
Sloganned upon the leftover madness
With promises yet be postered
Silhouetted against the graffitis
Until it is undecided
Of what to keep
Or what to leave behind...
And I will gladly cross them by
Quite quietly
In my silent riot
Boycotting myself off
To where I can rest upon
An october garden
That waits beneath
A july moon...
For sometimes
My sun would carry your scent
Through the bouquets,
On the premiums
When my shadow used to die
Breathing upon your hair -
My lonely rose used to say
Quite used-to-itly...
And that is how
It is...
