We Were Born To Clap
We Were Born To Clap
We Were Born To Clap
Poetry Collection
Table of Contents:
6. My Hometown
8. I Vomit Poems
Mouse, Gifts, Summer, Unicorns, Dog, Babies, Kids, Beach , Easter, Halloween decorations, Santa, women’s, men’s, kids, babies,
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God, Do You Understand My Language?
Oh God,
We sing hunger songs on holy nights,
high on gospel phrases with a symphony of soul
and faith carrying us down Your path.
We walk the line.
Our arms outstretched toward
the mystic constellations in a crystallin sky.
But You run ahead.
Is our faith only a mantra?
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Love Me from a Distance
Alluring Beauty,
Love me from a distance, for I'm a poet.
Do you know how I squeeze life into words?
I grasp my soul–
to pour your being into a poem
pick up pieces of my broken life.
I walk alone in desolate tracks, a broken shell.
Hiding the smell of death
I eat my demise for lunch
and pour it into a dish for dinner.
I’m man-bitten
there is no Helen of Troy in my poisoned life
I walk on the fire.
For paltry sums I signed a contract with Lucifer,
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starting with damnation and no “Consummatum est.”
You would be misplaced in my private whirlwind
I don't want to lose you.
So, save your flowers.
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The Laughter of a Call Girl
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This suffocating city, these thousands of people
can’t see with eyes washed clean.
Walking over skeletons with hardened hearts,
their eyes burrow through my clothing,
imagining their filthy pleasures.
They come to get me,
Pushing me into shadows
where they all belong–
lifeless, still, dead and empty,
Oh, these wooing slaves, pretending to be masters!"
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The UN Rides on Human Skeletons
Peace
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This promise rides on human skeletons
So absurd, amid a stretch of war.
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My Hometown
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Your hug brings back my pleasures.
Some are darkened subconscious – like late nights walks,
embedded in drunken haze, winding to romanticism of my youth.
Others are gracefully vivid, the walks through the mango gardens,
holding my father’s hand, and dreaming of unknown world
Now extend your hand to remember that lost hand.
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A Love Letter to Pandemic
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I Vomit Poems
Living in emptiness,
I walk in the convolutions of absurdity.
Idiocy spreads over me like the sky.
My poetry storms between cozy shelters and rocky waves,
while the world rushes toward suicide.
Suffocated, I lift my head
but I’m dragged down by viscous triviality.
My tongue is burned
with the acid of loathing
I gawk at the world.
Crawling through the madness,
I welcome the garb of another day.
My life measured by pale, gray days.
A stray dog at a butcher’s shop
that stays all the day without chains,
and yowls others for leftovers.
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The Last Message of a Hanged Leader
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but my soul clawed for the surface, gasped for air,
sank and then rose breathing anew.
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You were the Moon
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to the lifeless desert.
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Your Touch
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I feel marvelous again.
Soaring to the dancing stars,
I feel you.
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Your Love was a Firefly
He hugged me close:
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the light of love in your eyes drew me.
to a cacophony of crickets.
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Love's Death Anniversary
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Your Footprints on Snow
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I Carry the Burden of Dreams
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How Should I forget you?
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First Love's Memory
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Farewell Song for Migrating Cranes
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A Void, We Call Life
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My Merciless Muse
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I sip the wine of love,
lost in sight of sorrows.
However the booze too, remained fruitless.
Love tortured me,
Love lost and lust glistened,
Still, you were indifferent.
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Have You Stopped Hating Me?
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Oh God, Give Twist to Life's Drama
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Shattered souls.
What can be more befitting a human?
In Your galaxies of love and wonder,
don’t search for lost human soul.
Oh God, reveal a new Act,
Or, draw the curtain.
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Hammer Your Words
Hey, Baby.
Don’t suppress your hatred.
Open your thesaurus
and find all nasty words for me
Mouth off, trash-talk me,
and I promise to change them into a song
the future generations will use our song
in their love letters.
I’m a poet,
with the magic to change
the meanings of words.
Hammer your words,
and see how my touch makes them mild and tender.
I bleed but never cry.
Yet, I exist within your words — an unhealed wound.
My kisses are petals.
So, speak up, don't hide.
Look right into my eyes!
I’ll pack your vicious punch
in a bouquet of love
I, who can snatch life
from the claws of death.
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A Common Man's Love Story
I’m a commoner
fighting the demons of bills, of food, of life.
My meager pension enough to buy
slippers and a jacket at a thrift store.
Once, I sought stars
Now
I hide behind a trashcan of dreams.
I am a statistic,
known only by my photo ID.
A bomb blasts and news channels read:
Another sixty or so,
dead.
Death pauses eating
but soon resumes her feast.
I am a number on her dining table.
I have no place for pride,
crawling for crumbs of life
with mangled hands.
Years ago
as I stepped through white moaning snow,
I met a pretty girl
taking shelter for a bus
like a freshly feathered bird
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Her hazel eyes flicked towards mine.
Snagged for a moment —
ice on a stove.
We loved in blessed silence
She, a promised paradise.
But pledges faded
like colors of rainbow:
purple, blue, yellow, and colors never seen.
I slept there for a while,
and awoke to wind’s sad song
birds mourning
cold reality tugging my naked dreams.
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Do Not Growl
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Love You Still, Pakistan
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I tell them about mangoes and oranges.
But not the rapes of peasant girls,
behind the delicious fruit trees.
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Dead Leaves
Uptown.
Downtown.
All around.
Swirls of people
Touched by the kiss of absurdity.
Flesh creating more flesh.
A city grown in tumor ridden tentacles.
Jumbled steel, glass, concrete and asphalt
Built up in rows of skyscrapers.
Whose long, jagged teeth bite holes through the heavens.
Streets flow with cars and people
Like rivers bent into sharp angles.
Bulging subway vehicles,
Merge from the city's cold metallic underbelly.
A woman, dwarfed by giant towers,
paces a bridge,
Her shoulders bent with the burden of nit-picked dreams.
She bites a lip as winter nips her cheeks.
Humming low and anxious,
Purse clutched to her chest,
She's lost youth, beauty and happiness to the ravages of time.
The sour pavement beneath her feet does not care.
Nor does the world.
The stars are deaf to her fretful tune.
The woman gazes the indifferent moon between the clouds,
And knows it does not care either.
Her eyes see the years of her past.
And she becomes an unnoticed splash in the river
A fish jumps near as ripples fade along the surface.
Blackout.
Quiet water lulls her desires.
She is no longer present.
The stars move on.
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Death thirsts for blood anew.
People continue to swirl.
Dead leaves that scurry in circles.
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The Falling Petals of Life
No sympathy.
No remembrance.
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The Walking Zombies
I continue,
"$30 an hour."
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The man strokes her half-bared breast:
“Not bad.”
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I Found Myself
I turned away,
at his innocence
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and the bitter sweetness of my memories.
Passersby whispered:
Is he hugging himself?
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Lamenting Yellow Leaves
Cold wind, I feel your touch.
Safe
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Those last testaments to fall suspended in winter's timeless hold.
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Slavery Continues
I don’t remember heaven.
on unknown continents.
If only.
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They pump my blood in the land of oil
and job fairs, still slavery came up with new but a different name.
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