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