THE LUST CONCERT

She rose upon my surface
like a lingering fragrance,
That lingers still- unaware;
Returning from the caves
of a jumbled conscience.
Blaring like a siren
Through darknesses of the night,
Through unsung nuances of light.

Our infinity chased the world away,
Leaving us awake in blue light
With a plastic that was reality;
And a reality that was not,
But only seemed to be
At our disposal.
Like an outlet for convenience,
Like a temporary reverence.

-K.G.

STANDBY

Lay your dreams beneath the pillow
Wake up, dreamer. Rise and shine
For the sleep of this candid city
Reeks of plastic infidelity
Your dreams will wither here
Oh, what bitter-fancy it is
So wrap your bedding daintily 
And go wherever the journey leads

Dive in to the yellow welcome
Of a love borne in silence
And even let hate prevail
So that solitude could cleanse
The ruins of a public alienation
Found in a single moment of truth
That echoes until the close
Of this musing rigmarole

Then, clarity will find you
Then, freedom will be true
Until then, let's just be friends
Let us standby, until we meet again

-K.G.

OVERCOAT

I've waited like an overcoat
Since Summer walked in
To fill our cold lives
With more warmth than required

Reeling through dreamy mornings
I have remained stacked
In the far back corners
Of an untouched closet

While Spring fondled your hair
With its airy fingers
My arms grew patiently
Inwards, to insulate the cold

This weather will always change
Along the sunshine and rain
So when winter comes home again
I'll be just a wear away

-K.G.

CIGARETTE

Just this morning

When the sun was still rising;

Underneath the sheets
Of the pillow cover,

I found a broken, beautiful strand

Of your hair.

The mind sank
And the heart rose

And briefly from the corners

Of your and my sanity

Memory spread as a fragrance

And wildfire.

The burnt lay ashen
On the surface of reality,

While smoke became thin air

And as reminiscent left behind
Just the smell of a cigarette  

That we shared.

-K.G.

PAPERBACK

Find not a lot of comfort

In errands requiring a fill

Of labour and patience

Hold on, dreamer; hold on still

Sleep eludes the curios mind

On stoic, serene mornings

For peace is a cliche 

Do not let peace prevail

Songs of passion are fewer

Than the lullabies of love

That pour an eternal sleep

Into the eyes of the disturbed

Madness is the only sense

That could ever be drawn

Madness grants an equality

To the right and the wrong

Every book on the shelf

Will and can not be read

Owing to bulky existence

Or simple lack of interest

But nothing kills life like lie

One that goes unrealised

In hardbound or paperback

Like general, mediocre reprise 

-K.G.

ONLINE

How about a laugh
For the smart mistakes

Made first and realized later

While reality became a veil
And the virtual reigned

We really split, in two

One, behind the screen

Fingers on the keyboard
Along the cut, copy, paste

The other, out there
Fortified in typical fashion
And full of insecurities

We could never truly meet
Or share a real dream
But we shared a Wi-Fi 

There's more to you indeed

As there is to me
So we could log in someday

At the same time

And really see you react

When we're one on one, online

-K.G.

THE ADULT ROMANTIC

We come to an end, my friend
A brief, temporary amend,
So bid farewell with grace
And meet me again
Where the sun descends 
Into the bracing horizon;
Paving way for stars
And darkness
To mingle and corrode-
Passionately, until dawn breaks.

Since we are unaware
Of what future holds,
I will hold on to you
When we meet again,
To not let go
And go with you
Wherever you roam;
Or stay, or settle, or survive.
We'll end many more times
Before the end 
Of our undulating lives.

But endings don't scare me,
Beginnings do.
We begin like science
And end like art.
And you know how
I have failed at science
Many, many times.
I'm a common artisan
Who knows just but his muse,
A muse that is you.

-K.G.

THE WOMB OF ABILITY

Find me the wealth 

That exceeds excess

And fulfils the heart 

Of a stomach unfed.

On the night of the sun

When light blackens 

The vision of sanity

And conceives crime;

Desperate and definite,

Through the womb of ability

With grains of desire

Yielding a meal, or liquor

Or perhaps some fee

Some debt, some fantasy.

For the price of engraved morals-

Compromised

In pursuit of survival,

And labelled

In the eyes

Of the lawfully blind.

-K.G.

IMPERFECT

Crooked and imperfect
Out of place in civilization 
Who wants to know your art
You are bound to desolation

The creative in you, eloped
From the hunger of daint 
Of those that desire symmetry 
And worship righteous saints

But hold on, dear wonder!
Hang in there alone
Against the smooth wall paint
Against aesthetic monotones

Prepare thyself, you immortal
For a million onlooking disdains
And keep on boldly until
It goes not all in vain

-K.G.

BUT EMOTIONS

Will you love me On days when I'll have no work Or the general cash for fuel Or the strength to talk Because of a previous night Or due to a mood swing That you deserve not to see And cope up with my mistakes Because I will Not for you, not for us But for myself Because I am old-school And father taught me
To rebuild machinery When things collapse. To spend effort in fixing Than to replace The broken with the new Because we're rich at nothing But emotions

-K.G.

OVERFLOWING

Meet me someday
With a broken heart
And a sealed bottle
Of preserved wine
And I will unscrew for you
A wine like none other
A most uncanny flavour
This is a secret ingredient affair 
That brews in the conscience
Long after being
No more there

Flimsy inhibitions will fade
Leaving behind just
Your marooned body
Blue and pale, with a joy
That was not yours
But of that holy alcohol
Which you gulped
To suppress a destruction
To wash out a flood
In an unnamed fear
Of the brim overflowing

-K.G.

May 29, 2015

STALE MASCARA

I drove forward, homewards bound
And the only warmth in that night
Simmered on the forehead
Of her moony eyes

A breeze howled in her ear
She brushed it with a whisper
And pulled it with the dampness
To the rivers of her hair

A song rung in her brain
She hummed to me it's voice
We sung the chorus in unison
A fleeting, timid rejoice

Her melody faded off the rear view
Soon after home came about
Smudged in her stale mascara
The show was over and out

-K.G.

TODAY

Yes, I am
From the 90's
And thereby I
Am an anarchist.
Not by nature 
But by choice.
Because I've seen
Planes crashing into buildings,
And shoes being flung in parliaments,
And @Leo DiCaprio winning an Oscar,
And heard @Opeth play live,
And @Usain Bolt run like light.
Yes, I've seen madness
And I've done all this
Being sober,
In reality.
I live in 2016.

-K.G.

SWEET NOTHING

A shadow passes
From former times
Quietly through transparent walls
Of my glass castle
And the brain quivers
Even when reason stands tall

What were we, my love?
Or are we still
Growing like the backyard vines
That need not water
That need not light
But just ignorance, your and mine

We seized our times
With loosened inhibitions
This time, let us lose the day
Our attempts were brave
Our gesture compassionate
Yet here we are in comfortable dismay 

This day will pass too
Like a newfound joy
That scent of a sweet nothing
And we will lie
In our vacant beds
Each night, tossing and turning 

-K.G.

LESS GREAT

I'm just another scam, like you
Working on a plan everyday 
With so much glam and fear
Life is weird, my dear

If you think there is love, 
There's just fire 
In this gasoline ocean
We're only floating
Like gloated wobbles
Some in pride, 
Some in pride-shaped insecurity 

We're smoke before we could be fire
Burning with an ache of despair
In dazzling green flame of envy
And still burning anyway

If God is too far and too big
Find me a faith, a little less great
And believe– God is
In every heart we break
In all of the sounds derived
But we're just already so quiet
Well-mannered, god-fearing marionettes

-K.G.

NEXT BIG THING

I thought of life
As anything but ordinary
And mediocrity followed
As a compliment 

I thought of fire
As a force to reckon with
And humidity followed
As a precipitant 

I thought of the wild
As a field of anarchy
And civilisation followed
As a trending weed

I thought of creation
As the next big thing
And the creator followed
As a sensation underneath

-K.G.