Parvez Kumar
Fungus. A Heap of Poems
NATURE CRIES
Nature cries and cries aloud,
For naught Ive done to make her proud.
My selfish prayer cant reach His1 ears;
I cant suborn Him with my tears.
Cheer up you kids with fathers rum;
All life of his, he saved a drum!
My kid did want a dog or cat;
But I just brought him an iPad.
The peace of mind is hard to seek;
The world is sick and people freak.
Parvez Kumar
AS GLITTERING STARS IN THE SKY
As glittering stars in the sky and golden leaves
Float over my head when I walk under trees,
Your respect flows in my mind.
As a betrayed and wounded chest bleeds,
And I dont feel firm ground under my feet,
Such are your eyes when you cry.
As a young train runs passionately on rails,
Your incredible love moves in my veins
Such are warm feelings of thine2.
As a diehard patriot, I want to be proud
And worship the ground youre walking on now
Before I, somehow, die.
Parvez Kumar
SMELL
I smell a smell;
Its foul like hell;
Its rich and dry;
It makes me cry.
The smell is strong;
Been there for long.
The smell of scam;
I ate with ham.
The smell of lies,
I told my wife;
The smell of crimes,
I do sometimes.
The smell of foe;
The smell of woe;
The smells unfair;
The smell is rare.
No midnight fun;
No fire, no gun!
All are gone,
But the smell is on.
Bespoke is suit,
Bespoke are shoes,
With Bovet3 watch,
Expensive scotch!
I doubt myself;
Any scent cant help.
Macabre! Deep!
The smells in me.
Parvez Kumar
SEEKING YOU
Seeking You4
Where Youre not,
Naming You
Who Youre not,
Claiming you,
Whose Youre not,
Is human nature
To get a savior.
Shielding You
From each other;
Using You
Con each other;
Adoring You
Like a lover,
Is very selfish
And very kiddish.
Parvez Kumar
WERE CURSED TO THINK
Were cursed to think about death,
To count the time thats left.
My brain will stink,
I use to think.
My stuff for lust
Will smell the worst.
My putrid smell
Will scare like hell.
My tongue, my lips,
My arms, my hips
Will feed the worms,
Underground confirms.
Or fire will burn
I dearly earn:
My flesh, my blood,
My hair, my head.
Itll burn my fat
Like fuel, like gas.
My va-va-voom5
Will see its doom.
Im cursed to think.
Youre cursed to think.
Parvez Kumar
THE BEAR AND THE BEES
Buzz buzz, the bees cried.
Buzz buzz, some bees died.
Buzz buzz, he took it all.
Buzz buzz, many years we spent,
Buzz buzz, waste they went?
Buzz buzz, what a horrible fall!
Buzz buzz, our honey and hive!
Buzz buzz, only some are alive.
Buzz buzz, he had no mercy.
Buzz buzz, how weak we are!
Buzz buzz, helpless so far.
Buzz buzz, back he will be.
Buzz buzz, lets leave this land!
Bizz bizz, lets fight his hand!
Buzz buzz, but we will die.
Bizz bizz, kids will be alive.
Bizz bizz, with new honey & hive.
Bizz bizz, nobody will cry.
Buzz buzz, we will push back.
Buzz buzz, well fight him back.
Buzz buzz, so let us fly!
Parvez Kumar
|| BHARATA ||
Im sorry to have overslept; || Bha ||
For the words, I havent kept, || ra ||
For the grieves, you have wept. || ta ||
Anymore, I wont let you bleed. || Bha ||
Off shore, gonna kick the seed || ra ||
Of so called secular breed. || ta ||
The names are back which were erased || Bha ||
By some historians with certain craze || ra ||
For licking the feet of some angrez6. || ta ||7
Parvez Kumar
FUNGUS
Fungus here and fungus there:
Driving a car,
Smoking a cigar,
Running a nation,
Losing patience,
Fighting a war,
Banging a whore;
Writing this rhyme,
Committing a crime;
Fungus, damn, is everywhere.
Fungus is born, fungus is grown,
Without any maker of its own.
Theres the Maker, fungus believes.
Vital life is as it seems.
Parvez Kumar
BLANK PAPER
How beautiful and clean
This blank paper has been!
Full of purity and youth
Among people uncouth!
The ink of freedom, the ink of wisdom
Is all around our solar system;
But worthy pens are out of stock,
As budget ones are in a flock.
Thus carnage & lust stretch their feet
Across the virgin teenage sheet.
The pen of flute, the pen of bow,
Hand in hand, must equally go.
Parvez Kumar
MY LOVE
My love is an idiot;
To be the one is fashionable now,
And proud to be hideous
To cosset some handicap clowns.
My love is dark today;
To be the one is profitable now,
Victim card8 hes got, to play
And make the mess in usual towns.
My love is gonna be
An innocent refugee,
For houses, sex and money;
Free of cost, full is tummy.
My love is an endless pretender
With foxy and flexible gender.
Parvez Kumar
Примечания
1
The word his with capital letter H is used for God in the context
2
Thine yours (in old English)
3
Bovet a Swiss brand of the most expensive watches in the world
4
The world You with capital letter Y is used for God in the context
5
va-va-voom the quality of being exciting, attractive, or full of energy
6
Angrez an English person (Indian English)
7
|| Bharata || India (in Sanskrit)
8
victim card a pretense of suffering and hurt, a show off of fake pain