COME FLY

All you have known yet is mundane
You don’t know a thing beyond joy and pain
You haven’t ever transcended, it seems
You have lived always on the extremes
You know waters of your vicinity
You know nothing of fluidity
I talk of getting out of pond
I talk of skies and far beyond
I offer you wings; I talk of flight
I talk of worlds beyond your sight
I offer you this hand of mine
I offer you the touch of divine

-  Rishiraj

SONNET III

All pleasant, all seemed alive
Nothing seemed to be inert
All life just seemed to thrive
Flowers filled this arid desert

Nights seemed brighter than days
Days seemed cooler than nights
Hope seemed to cut through haze
My dark heart seemed full of light

Love made me believe it all
All seemed likely and plausible
In those bright moments, friend
Even reaching you seemed possible

In my face now reality screams…
How impossible it all seems!

SILENCIO IMPUESTO

A ti te llamo,
a ti...
con todo el amor del mundo...
y con la desesperanza que suele provocar
el amor o otras emociones semejantes.
Grito tu nombre...
aquí...
en esta soledad.
Canto tu nombre,
gimo tu nombre,
beso tu nombre,
soplo tu nombre,
suspiro tu nombre,
y vuelvo a suspirar...
Y lo grito de nuevo...
y vuelvo a suspirar
mas, mi amor,
la voz no pasa...

- Rishiraj

I DREAM OF FREEDOM

I am a friend…

A friend to those who are in chains
A friend of those who dream to be free
A friend to all who cannot see,
Whose eyes are blinded ‘cause of tears…
I am a friend
Here, take my hand
I am a fellow dreamer
I dream of freedom

I am death

Death to all who feed on pains
Death to all who keep you from flight
Death to all who own the cage
Death to all who cannot see,
Whose eyes are blinded ‘cause of greed…
I am death
Here, give me your breath
I dream of freedom
And you keep me from it…

-    Rishiraj

GONE II

And so I wither away…
In this heat, in this desert
The whole being thrown away in dirt
Your love is sentenced to live in abyss
Where are you and where’s your promise?
Broken feet and broken hands
Crippled and dumped in burning sands
This life now approaches the end
But I don’t expect you, I understand
That you are far and far away
And so I wither away…

--Rishiraj

GONE

Now all my life would pass in flames
My own shadow would call me names
Now every day would be a night
And weeping, the night, I would spend
Now no breath would bring in life
I would just wait for the end

From now on my blood would be a waste
Would come back the demons that I effaced
Now no one would count my wounds
And no wound would have a cure
Now even the air would feel venomous
My cries won’t be heard anymore

From now my eyes would not cry
Blood would drop out of each eye
You left me just on the way
You left me hanging by the rope
Neither dead nor alive, my friend
I would just exist in the hope:

That someday you would return and I
May return to life or finally die

--Rishiraj

SEE, WE ARE WAITING...

See…
How badly you have failed.
Your failure has been absolute.
So total!
Your system has failed.
Your judgment, and, hence your justice has failed.

It won’t be long…
That there will be a dance of death…
On this stage of obscenity.

Those who had the gift of heart…
Passed away… long ago!

What’s left reeks…
Of filth...
Of putridity.

But…
We are lurking.
We are waiting…
For the moment…

And when the moment comes…
Your streets will run red…
They will reek of burnt flesh…
And will arrive our Justice.
The true Justice.
The pure Justice…

Amid the course of natural selection
Wreaking havoc through all the corners.
Each palace
Will be a furnace…

And the transformation will be seen
By your eyes that will gaze,
Petrified,
From your head
Mounted on my spear.


-Rishiraj