that's how the world is supposed to be (every second three) - Arunabh Das

 Arunabh Das Poems

I stared at her and I said
That's probably how the world is supposed to be
And perhaps it's my fault
That things aren't how they were meant to be
She stared right back and she said
That if you reached out, you could touch eternity
Or I could reach out and and touch infinity
And I said, yeah right
How does that figure
That's just the way that I'm just me
And she said, uh-huh
That's not as much of you
As you used to be
And the world isn't as supposed
As the world is supposed to be

- Arunabh Das

placenta (every second three) - by Arunabh Das

Might it just be me, to flames she doth consign
Might it mote be she, shall stars she doth align
Shall it be inscribed, or shall it be enshrined
Shall my soul all next to her, be hopelessly entwined
Lest my seed find purchase, lest her soul fertile
Lest her soil be barren, lest my pain futile
Might she may be game, to let me her share borrow
Maybe for her name, I'd live off half her sorrow
Might it be foretold, that we were just not meanta
Maybe in my body, that she is my placenta

- by Arunabh Das

how would it be (every second three) - Arunabh Das

How would it be if you had feelings and could feel
Or if I had knees and I could kneel
How would it be if you had memories you could share
Or if I had eyes and I could stare
How would it be if you had dreams, hopes and aspirations
Or if I had armpits and perspiration
How would it be if you had thoughts and could think
Or if there were ships that could sink
How would it be if you had songs that you could sing
Or if I had shoulders and I could cling
How would it be if you had hands that I could hold
Or if we could both grow old
How would it be if your thoughts could be erased
Or if that left me unfazed
How would it be if there were roses you could smell
Or if I had stories that I could tell
How would it be if you pushed when it came to shove
Or if I had a heart and I could love

- Arunabh Das

indochick (every second three) - by Arunabh Das

Sunshine and sweetness and moonbeams amusing
She's coffee and crushed ice and brownies and cruising
She leads and you can take it to mean, she precedes
She survives and you take it to mean, she exceeds
Entrenched in moral helium, that makes her feel lighter
Spiritual oxygen, so you know you cannot fight her
She's devious and clever and mellow and yearning
She's all for your misty moonshadow learning
She's frisky her dainty exteriors belie
For indo-adventures on carpets that fly
She's feisty and at times in tempo with her tune
She's dormant and then she's over the moon
She's floatsam on mondays and mozarts and kraft
Spending an evening on town lake on raft
She's wheatsville and hyde park and wanton jadore
She's longhorns and bourdoux and lafeyette and more
Her future's past and the the past's been rescinded
Her course's been plotted and her peak's ascended
She's croutons, gazpacho and capers and gander
She's full of the milk of human candor
She's mystic and feline and bushels and kipe
She's torpid and retro allegro on tripe
Divulge her secrets and you know it won't confound her
Cause her dot's on her forehead and her fabric's all around her

- Arunabh Das

impure (every second three) - Arunabh Das

Impure

In journeys and our life
If it was you, it would accrue
Through pain and through our strife
That I would still love you

In thoughts and in my speech
My words may be ascorbid
The grail is out of reach
And life will still be morbid

In feelings and emotions
The soul may come undone
A bitter lack of notions
And life with less than none

In irony and ecstasy
The former leads the way
Of reconciled dichotomy
And life and chardonnay

In moments and our minds
If it was you, or I'm not sure
The clarity we find
That life made me impure

- Arunabh Das

addendum (every second three)

Addendum

When you say it and it makes a difference
Then you come around and concede it
That I lack my moral frame of reference
I own my life and secede it

When I coax my solemn vows and virtue
And you turn back and deride me
I promise I will never hurt you
But you find it right to chide me

You say you own your latitude
And you want me to redeem it
I trade my general platitude
And I thought I would just dream it

On all levels, a lack of trust
And a lack of faith to defeat it
To doubt every maybe I must
Add some confidence to treat it

When you say I have no higher purpose
And you say it just to hurt me
You get to say it to my carcass
And hope it disconcerts me

- Arunabh Das

helps (every second three)

Helps

Helps to think that maybe you're the one
Helps to look down the barrel of a loaded gun
Helps to know that you could change the earth
Helps to turn them into laughter from mirth
Helps to know you're made of all the right stuff
Helps to think that you're not pretty enough
Helps to know they'll know you when you're gone
Helps to wonder what caused you to be born
Helps to realize that you could be the factor
Helps to wonder if you you were your best actor
Helps to delude yourself all along
Helps to wonder if you were created all wrong

Antoinette (every second three)

Antoinette

When I drink my wine on the toilet
I feel like Mary Antoinette
And when I sense that you are near
I feel like William Shakespeare
When I start dreaming
I feel like Martin Luther King
When you say that I'm just me
I feel enlightened like Gandhi

And when you say, you won't be mine
I feel like Albert Einstein

state of grace (every second three)

State of Grace

When we were in Tiananmen Square
You knelt right down and said a prayer
And right next to the Berlin Wall
You said they built a shopping mall
And when we went to see the Sphinx
You said you know what the creature thinks
And on top of the China Wall
You said it looked like kind of small
And when we stood below the Taj
You said it looked like kind of large
And as we gazed up at Walmart
You said you'd need a shopping cart
But when we flew to outer space
You said you found your state of grace

the artsy girl (every second three)

The Artsy Girl

This one's about this girl I know, who is really artsy
And I must admit that I am prone to, being clever and smartsy
I really dig the way she's all, making a kickass movie
This is the part where she says to me, what're you trying to provie
She says, oh well, that kind of thing, happens all the time
I guess she means how I fixate, on making poetry rhyme
It's really something I picked up, from the poet Nash Ogden
That's really how my love affair, blossomed with my pen
She says that's sweet but she's really being, kind of mean and sarcy
Cause I really need to get a grip, on my poetry anarchy
Then again, I'm just your average soliloquist monsieur
To get back to the subject of this person I revere
This one's about this girl I know, who's full of joy and laughter
How I wish that she and I were like, all happily ever after

shmiendship (every second three)

Shmiendship

It was about friendship, it had all been done
And I said, what's that like, is it any fun?
Is it like speed at the rate of velocity?
Is it a mutual exchange of reciprocity?
They said, no, it's just kind of weird
It's like the things you've always feared
It won't seem real or true or cool
It's just an instrument for using a tool
I said, gosh, that sounds like a bummer
They said, yeah, it won't last the summer
I said, like, whoa, but what about trust?
They said, yeah, that's gonna go bust
I said, shucks, I would never have guessed
They said, hey, you seem depressed
I said, man, it was always like a big deal
They said, that's cause you've been trying to feel
I said, I guess I should make amends
They said, yeah, just call them shmiends

my yoga baby (every second three)

My Yoga Baby

My yoga baby has, a personal point of view
All of what she says, is transcendetally true
Her mind has left her body, an often many times
She bought the yoga gear, all the beads and the chimes
She says she's got the power to change people's fung shui
And I'm all like, you're kidding, you're not serious, no way
She uses all these fancy words, like karma and nirvana
And I wonder if she's gonna cook, some good old chicken shwarma
She's been visiting this higher, existential plane
And I get the feeling, I'll be going insane
I ask her if she's confusing her yoga with her zen
She tells me that my problem is, I'm all like, all them men
Her yoga gives her the power, to be all omnipotent
It's also made me all like, menstrually impotent
Her search for spirituality, has led her to see the light
As for me, I haven't ever, felt so hopelessly unbright

space-time rendezvous (every second three)

Space Time Rendezvous

If you were to tell me, how I could reach you
Then I would know and I would beseech you
You said you'd meet me at the equator
I said that's great or I should say greater
But I couldn't find your GPS coordinates
So much for our five-hundred first dates
Guess I could compute your quantum position
And lose my scientific inhibition
But then you said you'd see me in the matrix
Or another one of those Hollywood flicks
But despite my attempts at tracking location
Am desperately lacking corroboration
And as for our special rendezvous
I still haven't had any word from you

the inventor (every second three)

The Inventor

In all of everything that I know now
There are some fatal technical glitches
In all of the momentum of life and death
There are some existential stitches
The velocities of my drive and ambition
Are functions of my displacement
The differentials of all my endeavours
Are the speeds of my advancement
The moment of my rotational truth
Is my revolutionary configuration
The torques are forces beyond my control
And the frictions for my convictions
In all of everything that I now know
There are multiple manifestations
Of fundamental particles which know not how
To power my inventions

Arunabh Das

Copyright ©2004 Arunabh Das

to be with you (every second three)

To Be With You

For all of your partial, severe intellectuality
Or all of my occasional, total eventuality
For all your upscale, organized high-fidelity
Or all of my fortuitous, reckless temerity
For all of your glittering on your artistic edifice
Or all of my wavering on the edge of a precipice
For all your insistence that we aren't meant to be
Or all my grand unified state of catastrophe
Wish I could be the one who could get to knew
If I am the one meant to be with you

Arunabh Das

Copyright ©2004 Arunabh Das

correctitude (every second three)

Correctitude

The subject of compunction
With every last sinew
For all my innoccentitude
Denials must ensue

For the theory that the dinosaurs
Had pterodactyl wings
Or all of my vituperative
Argumentive things

The feeling that I possess
Some epidermal pores
Or the reason that, there exist
These prostituted whores

And so it is, to which I now
The matter do allude
That life demands
An often much, of correctitude

In the matter of the life of me
The story goes like so
How opportune the moments were
Of narrow corridor

Arunabh Das

Copyright ©2004 Arunabh Das

big huge dork (every second three)

Big Huge Dork

It's hard to define the meaning of you
And me, I'm a consistent anomaly
You're more than the lingering notion of you
And I'm not quite, what I used to be
You're swirling lights and fancy twirls
I'm random ultra humor
You're pretty pink and oyster pearls
And I am just a rumor
You're like this awesome simile
And me, I'm just trying to get to cya
You're like the bestest hyperbole
Kerplunk I'm an onomatopoeia
You're the thoughts that I can render
And I'm just logical arithmetic
You're all intergalactic splendor
And I'm a flawed heuristic
You're quantum-mechanical harmony
And I'm just a fundamental quark
You're life, the universe and eternity
And I'm just a total, big, huge dork

thoughts of only you (every second three)

Thoughts of Only You

Reddish swells in purple rain
And colors all a hue
Swimming in a crimson pool
All scarlet, white and blue

Of azure skies and amber clouds
And alabaster breeze
Falling off are ochre fruits
From terracotta trees

A coral bird, an emerald herd
Lie grazing on the hay
Your jet black hair in disarray
Is gently swept away

A turquoise peach lies out of reach
Of a violet anemone
Saffron thoughts in bright red spots
Make silent epiphany

Chestnut leaves from cherry trees
In drops of mountain dew
Colors on a palette mixed by
Thoughts of only you

shakti (every second three)

Shakti

In the dimness of the night, her brow furrows
And a smile makes its way across her lips
You want to know if there's an answer to it all
Her eyes are serene and you can see that she can read you and she will
But she is a free spirit, she belongs to the stars
And all your reasons and your science
Are just fragments of her civilization
She is a child of the universe and she is the essence
She is the sun and the moon and the rainbow
And she is the magic behind it all
She urges the planets to move with the lure of a smile
With a sparkle in her face, with a twinkle in her eye
And in addition to her intuitions, she has the power of compassion
She can heal, and she can cause rocks to feel
And it is then that you know that she can dim the sun
And she can quell the tides
And she has the answers and all of them are right

Arunabh Das

Copyright ©2004 Arunabh Das

dna (every second three)

Dna

Off of the strands of DNA
Lay curled up near your feet
Were one of many chromosomes
Walked up and down your street
Or drifting down the alley
Of my perforated veins
Was the only lonely RBC
That caused me all my pains
Over on the planet
Where the ewoks have their tribe
Find cure for my condition
That my doctor can't prescribe
And so my cellular ATPs
Are loathe to find a reason
To take the metabolic route
In every other season
Off of the strands of DNA
Lay wound up in your womb
Are one of all the people
Who are buried in my tomb

Arunabh Das

Copyright ©2004 Arunabh Das