Noises in the Head.

Silence is not
My cup of tea.

Inner Silence
That must have
Descended like
Cumulonimbus
Paratroopers
On blessed folks.
Promising nothing,
Yielding nothing,
Saying nothing.
Blank,
Deep,
Blue.

Silence,

I do not go to you
You never come to me.

Smug

The intoxicated Fragment
Giggling and
Babbling
With many
Nascent brothers

Irresponsible,
Ruthless
Unanswerable
Drunk on the
Belated,
Never here,
Never there
Never for
Tomorrows.

Fragmented
And smug.
Beating with
Anger, Pride,
Broken, Unspoken
A Fragment.

He breathes still.

Like this.

If I dive inside
My fish-bowl
Where Pablo swims
Towards the Atlantic
How will Pablo feel?

Pablo,
If you ever dive out
And write
All my papers
Especially, the one to the Journal
of Commonwealth Studies
I would feel happy.

Oh, this is Absurd,
This is clap-worthy.


This is Life,
This is Death
This is Poetry.