Ishan Chaitanya Poems

Beauty’s a prison when love is gone
No matter which way you turn
Forget the freedom you once won
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Can I ask Heaven to be nicer to me
When friends like these are in my life?
Why, such nicety could never truly be
Among the facts in a world of strife.
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Speak to me
in the language of the few,
tell me 'bout
things I thought I knew.
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paint.
paint me as a waterfall,
feel me under your skin,
like a strange disease
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Still life in its perfection
draws deep sighs from my chest:
a frozen mentality
of time-beaten people.
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On Monday
You leave home in hungover stupor
With remnants of the past weekend
Humming wildly in your head
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Death
is everywhere
but what concerns me of course
is that he's breathing
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bird high on a tree:
a few pieces of stool drop
on a drifter's head.
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And there you are, in our hearts,
Like you said you always would be,
Quenching the fire of anguish,
Making our pain flee,
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i question my integrity
i question my sanity
i question my good intentions
no matter how much present
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