SIN CITY April 15, 2011
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Sin City
———–
Before the break of dawn
When the rats still roam
These streets of gold
Where young bodies are sold.
After the tired sun sets
Behind the big black gates
Where money is counted
For those who are counted.
While the bright moon travels
Across the city of marvels
Where everyday is a circus
A playground for brokers.
I’ll be sitting atop the roof
Looking out for only you.
dex
15/04/11
…what the hell is going on? November 2, 2010
Posted by dexspace in dex's poems.Tags: blues, chase, diwali, festive, god, mirror, navratri, nostalgia, october, poem, Poetry, policeman, wall, youth
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Mirror Mirror On The Wall
In the festive season of this year’s October,
I witnessed many young people come together.
Clad in their finest and brightest motley clothes,
To dance through the night in the name of the Gods.
But most of the singles only came to mingle,
While the bored couples tried to re-kindle.
Oh shiny mirror on the wall,
What the hell is going on?
At the busy junction a young lady cried,
The by-standing policeman hitched a ride.
He was unwillingly obliged to take up the case,
A minute accident turned into a high speed chase.
I don’t know what happened later at that place,
For, I walked away minding my own business.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
What the hell is going on?
It’s been a few months since I sat down to write,
Each passing day, I asked myself if, “Am I right?”
A few years back I was in the perfect photo frame,
But now, here I am playing someone else’s game.
Every morning I look in the mirror,
Soon, I won’t be able to bare the horror.
Occupant of the mirror on the wall,
Please tell me what the hell is going on?
-dex
28/10/10
Its been a while… September 15, 2010
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I know it’s been a very long time since I added something to this space. I should let you know that I will be back with a bang… or something like that….
standby fellas…
dex
No.8s of the 2010 WORLD CUP July 30, 2010
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Germany- Oezil
Spain – Xavi
Brazil – G. Silva
France – Gourcuff
Ivory Coast – Kalou
South Africa – Tshabalala
Serbia – Lazovic
Algeria – Lacen
England – Lampard
USA – Dempsey
Slovakia – Kozak
Denmark – Gronkjaer
Cameroon – Geremi
Paraguay – Barreto
Netherland – De Jong
Honduras – Palacios
Nigeria – Yakubu
Korea Republic – Kim Jung Wu
Ghana – Jonathan
Argentina – Veron
The Merciless Devil from my Past July 8, 2010
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Devil from my Past
Yesterday the devil visited me at midnight
You’d expect darkness, but it was very bright.
Because he showed me scenes from my past
My colourful yet reckless past which did not last.
He showed me, not only the things that happened
But also the things that could’ve happened.
Had I have made the correct choices
Amidst all the confusing noises.
He teased me, by showing you to me
Just when I tried to touch you, he’d slap me.
You looked so wonderful and I was overwhelmed
I tried many times, but each time, declined.
When he left, I found myself weeping on the floor
Because I knew he will be back tonight with more.
There is no point asking him for mercy either
I guess passing a message the hard way is his nature.
-dex
4th July 2010
caged in by inevitability
Good Dharma vs Good Karma June 29, 2010
Posted by dexspace in dex's poems.Tags: 2005, blame, blues, choices, college, dharma, flower, friends, karma, love, misery, nostalgia, poem, Poetry, pune, weather
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Same ol’ get-together
Said it feels like the year 2005
But it feels a little bit more alive
Only difference is – I’m not living
all my pals are there, but I went leaving
It still feels like the same old get-together
The same one we had in any kind of weather
But I can’t find my way to be there to join them
My hands are tied and I can’t seem to open them
My legs are tied too, and I don’t know who tied them
So I’m feeling very down and indeed very lame
I don’t want to turn it into a blame game
Because I know everyone has his frame
Within which he must live, to make good Karma
But somehow I seem to be getting all the blame of Dharma
-dex
28/06/2010
The Colours Of Love May 7, 2010
Posted by dexspace in dex's poems.Tags: art, beauty, blue, blues, brown, butterfly, colour, country, dandelion, dead, green, heart, love, lovebirds, March, missing, nostalgia, outdoors, painter, poem, Poetry, purple, red, season, skirt, vivid
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Colourful Love
Mangoes hang elegantly from the green trees;
Like that red pair of earrings from your ears.
The sun shines bright in the blue skies;
As do your glittering brown eyes.
What a wonderful season in the middle of the year;
With you sitting next to me, I have no fear.
The colourful butterflies flutter endlessly;
Over the yellow carpet of smiling dandelions.
The cheerful lovebirds sing a song on every branch;
Just like my heart has ever since that early March.
What a marvellous sensation in this beautiful country;
With you, I am motivated to solve the forgotten mystery.
Every colour different and more vivid from the other;
Your every expression stuns me and makes me stutter.
Each moment feels like a painter’s masterpiece;
But the frills on your purple skirt send a tease.
What a soothing atmosphere in the great outdoors;
With you, I just want to have more and more.
-dex
30/04/2010
Beer Me, O Dear! April 27, 2010
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Beer Me O Dear
Beer me O dear ; Dear me O beer
I may have been hallucinating but the kids were filled with joy
And those who cried, sulked or complained were given some more
In the schools, I could swear
They were serving, for lunch, beer.
Beer me o dear ; dear me o beer
Engineers at the switching stations working to eliminate alarms
Jobless pilots looking up at every plane flying over the farms
It doesn’t matter what type of career
In every hand I saw a bottle of beer.
Beer me o dear ; dear me o beer
Driving through the unforgiving Chalbi Desert in the North
I wondered if we would eventually require that torch
Whatever speed or whichever gear
Each occupant did drink a beer.
Beer me o dear ; dear me o beer
In India each year with beer- Holi, Shivratri and Diwali
While in England an attorney announced at a white wedding
“Beerly beloved, we are gathered here
…to see who drinks more beer!” (muhahaha)
Beer me o dear ; dear me o beer
I miss her every single minute, and my eyes are filled with tears
When my boat got stuck in deep waters, my heart was filled with fears
On any occasion, it’s only clear
That I gotta have with me, a beer
Beer me o dear ; dear me o beer
In some houses not unlike mine, drinking is considered evil
Even songs or adverts about beer are considered not civil!
Raise your glasses and say “cheers…”
“There is nothing wrong with beer!”
Beer me o dear ; dear me o beer
Everest, Amstel, Black Label, Budweiser, Gorkha, Tusker and Kingfisher
Haywards, Heineken, Carlsberg, Castle, Peroni, Foster and Pilsner
A six pack of my favourite is always near
Don’t think I’ll ever have enough beer.
So Beer me o dear and dear me o beer
Beer me O Dear ; Dear me O Beer.
Beer me O Beer ; Dear me O Dear.
Dear me O Beer ; Beer me my Dear.
-dex
19/04/2010
Beer me O dear ; Dear me O beer .
Everything Depends on Something Else. April 27, 2010
Posted by dexspace in dex's poems.Tags: aum, blues, church, depend, education, election, electricity, frustration, government, jail, life, love, money, om, party, poem, Poetry, police, politics, pray, religion, tension, traffic, tragedy, trouble, university, utilities, weather, world, youth
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peace for peace, yin-yan for the incomplete love, the trishool and sparks for the fire in my heart.... only god can set this right now, if he is willing!!!! 
Everything Depends
The traffic on the road will move freely today
but it will depend on the weather of early May
I will totally find a house in which to stay
but it will depend on what they have to say
And I will hold all my troubles at bay
but it depends on how long I can be gay.
Its been a long time living in this fucked up world;
Hell, I would even live here twice as longer;
Had it not been so bloody curled
Had I been a little bit stronger.
There will be electricity at your place today
but it depends on whether the turbine is in place
The church will remain open if you want to pray
but it depends on how much money was collected yesterday
The youth will stay out of the jail
depending on how much was drunk on Saturday.
Its been a long time living in this fucked up world;
Hell, I would even live here twice as longer;
Had it not been so bloody curled
Had I been a little bit stronger.
The elections will not be rigged this year round
but it will depend on the amount in pounds
Into the universities, everyone will be allowed
but it depends on who will speak aloud
This year all the culprits will be found
depending on who shall be crowned.
Its been a long time living in this fucked up world;
Hell, I would even live here twice as longer;
Had it not been so bloody curled
Had I been a little bit stronger.
-dex
26/04/10
A Little House Of My Own March 25, 2010
Posted by dexspace in dex's poems.Tags: blues, braai, dream, dutch, ek titli, evening, facebook, forest, froen, green, hard rock cafe, high school, home, house, kenya, kibera, kicc, land grabbing, leaders, loan, mathare, million, misery, money, morning, nairobi, Peace, plot, Poetry, politician, politics, property, slums, smile, sunday, trees
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A House Of My Own
When I was in High School, I didn’t care too much
Thought others were a fool, and that I wasn’t such.
They spent fortunes to buy, something stupid as a house
To have their Sunday Braai, and to house the mouse.
Back then atleast I could see, some patches of pretty trees
From atop the KICC, which has now lost its appeal.
Now everywhere that I see, there is a towering concrete tree
And to make it vast as the sea, they make million dollar deals.
But please don’t get me wrong, because I also stand in queue
To buy a house wide and long, and see how it looks in blue.
I think now is about the time, to break out of this bubble
My dwelling for quite a while, I promise to keep my request supple.
Although I truly sympathise, don’t tell me about Kibera and Mathare
Tell it to the Big Guys, and ask if they’d build an array.
I am only following our leaders, who own acres of empty spaces
Which will one day be the bleeders, of the smiles on peoples’ faces.
As I’m not in High School anymore, I’ve started caring as such
A house with fully carpeted floors, and bathroom tiles from Dutch.
Think I’ll spend a fortune to make, a backyard mini Hard Rock Cafe
For my Sunday friends’ sake, and read on Facebook what they’d say.
Mr. Builder please build me a house, which I can call a home
In which every morning I can arouse, and every evening have a ball.
Because I’m tired of earning, for my mean old landlord
Who hasn’t the slightest feeling, of my miserable mode.
So, Mr. Broker find me a house, where I can find some real peace
Far from the madding crowds, where I can grow some real trees.
Erect a jungle of my own, right in my own lawn
A little house of my own, a place I can proudly own.
-dex
24/03/10
