SONRISAS

REGARDS, FEAR

The emotions all have one Lord of emotions...
Not elected through voting, but through discharging pistols.
The Lord of emotions rules harshly...
With everything under a sort of curfew
A constant state of emergency in effect.

The Lord of emotions has been present...
In my mind he has had his seat.
For a long time now he rules within
my mind that is but an abattoir...
Where screams are in an act of coitus
And through their mating Silence is born...
And again there is mating which kills Silence
And once again, post coitus, Silence is born

The Lord of emotions speaks to me
And I pretend not to hear.
I do not listen to what he says,
But we have to hear it thorough.
What he says is heard by all,
but listened by some... who live in me.
And his word is followed word by word.

The Lord of emotions keeps me contained.
I might have become even a hero.
He rules that we don't talk to each other.
That we are different and he is the lord.
He leaves me always with an after taste...
That is bitter and everlasting.

I extend my hands full of hatred,
but the Lord renders them impotent...
I extend my hands full of love,
and there I recoil seeing his orders
Painted with red on the walls of the abattoir
with a heading “For your eyes only”.

PLATFORMS

Moving at a maddening speed
Trying to look at passers by
Who were being ripped away from windows
Nothingness to nothingness, blanks to blanks
And the last time that we met...
We didn't even realize that
It was the last time that we met
-Rishiraj

MI VIDA

Es esa mi vida, lo vacía que sea...
-Rishiraj

BRIDGES

So many tides are yet to turn
Countless bridges left to burn
-Rishiraj

HOME

Aah my home... engulfed in flames...
If only a bit I could care...
It could never really become mine...
Or I was never from there.
-Rishiraj

ENTROPY

If you are gone, if you are away

I'd give up and let entropy sway

-Rishiraj

CASI NADA

No te recuerdo bien...
He bebido mucho
He bebido y ya no...
Recuerdo sólo unos mensajes
los mensajes que me enviaste
En los que me decías...
que la quisiera...
o que por lo menos la cuidara
Recuerdo sólo unos mensajes
los mensajes que me envió ella
En los que me decía...
que te ibas
que se encontraba sola
muy sola
Recuerdo poco...
Y si recuerdo bien
Les prometí algo...
Algo que si recuerdo bien...
Cumplo cada momento de mi vida
Pero la verdad es que no recuerdo bien
Es que he bebido mucho...
Y no recuerdo casi nada
sólo el humo de tabaco
casi nada...
-Rishiraj

MOTH TO A SCREEN

Looking at a moth on my computer screen
Filled with gratitude towards nature
I said to myself:
Ah, thankfully
because of me
He's got a light that does not burn.
-MR

NOT FOR MINORS

Meet me in the presence of many,
Dilute me in different ways.
Meet me less, not all at once...
Meet me once in several days.

Once you have the right to vote,
Come see me, we might just talk
Pursue things that you know of...
You should know what you stalk.

Meet me less, not all at once...
Too much me won't be that sweet.
Meet me in the presence of many,
Alone, pure, I am absolute neat.

- Rishiraj

POST ALL

When the cities burn
When people feed on each other
When we pay a long postponed visit to the stone age
Many will fall
like sacks of grain
And many will be fed upon
Smoke will arise
from collective graves
or uncovered bodies
possibly one of them yours
I will stay
I'll live on
I have to rule the aftermath

THE MAPS MUST GO

I do admit that it's all insane
boundless heat and constant pain
There scorching sun, there rain
All efforts totally going in vain

But you can alter just your maps
To match truly with the terrain
The roads can't be changed for maps
New roads found, and the old remain

If the ground gets too confusing
And the maps no longer discern
Trust the ground and move forth
The maps must go, let them burn

YESTERYEARS V

You are the compassion showered from above,
You are the blessing hand of love,
You are the touch of extreme care,
You are nothing but a prayer,
I want to sing you, yes, I cry...
How can I sing you? Who am I?

YESTERYEARS IV

Can't do otherwise, we just fly
We are birds in the sky
Seeing the world below us thorough
With faded boundaries of sorrow
We fly from a place to another
But though, for a while, we fly together
At last we must fly alone
...that no land is our own

YESTERYEARS III

A losing body suffering loss
A wriggling body on the cross
A skinned body without a doubt
A body tortured inside out
A body that is mutilated
A body that is not cremated
A crippled body lacking charm
A headless body bleeding warm
Is what you get when you walk
Without a halt on the way of truth

YESTERYEARS II

In the desert this endless thirst...

Bleeding feet, bodies in dust...

Can't walk more, we are so hurt,

Life making the final effort...

On the faces many a scar.

Bruised and broken we both are.

Too difficult, there's no doubt...

Death is here, dancing about...

Death within and death without,

There is only one way out: 

Together, side by side, we stand.

Walk with me, give me your hand...

And there won't be a suffering anymore.

And there will be a celebration very pure.

And it will be a carnival rather.

And by and by we'll reach together. 

YESTERYEARS I

I am nothing but a glass.
What you receive is not my own...
Though through me it does pass,
it comes from some place unknown.

Come to me, I am the gate...
which would lead you to the source.
Why do you outside wait?
Just touch me and open the doors.

Hold me, I am but a wire...
I will conduct something through me;
maybe life, or maybe fire,
but the unseen, you will see...

Kiss me as I am eternal...
A faith, a hope, a testament.
Do read me, I am readable,
simple, alive and so ancient.

Do hold me as if I were yours
and hand in hand we walk on shores
as far from all as we can...