Alley Cats we are
Dirty ones at best
Prowling through the alleys
Like misfits walking head down
In the school corridors

La-bababadi, doubaduba di

We scratch and fight the purebreds
We muts always lose
But so do the misfits

Tsh-fish-fish-lish-wish

We try our best to reach the garbage can
We the attention seekers
But we always fail
We are left with no such food
Meow

We cats need our food
Like misfits need attention
But we like them fail
Failure, inevitable

We try our best to reach to the top
But they always push us down
They also try to speak up
But they are shut up by the jetsets
We are both misfits except we are just alley cats

Prowling through the streets for a piece of the prey
They searching for a voice
A voice free, one that ain’t abashed by anyone

Babadibababadi

Ma ma ma ma babadi

We alley cats belong nowhere but we try
Showing the rulers
Pushing ever so hard
Failing every time
But they don’t try
They keep shut,
They MUST SPEAK UP

We cats need our food
Like misfits need attention
But we like them fail
Failure, inevitable

When one fails
Try, try, try again

We push and shove
Vying for a piece of the prey
But they keep they’re lips tight shut

We cats need our food
Like misfits need attention
But we like them fail
Failure, inevitable

We go hungry all those nights
Our stomachs grumbling
They go silent
Silent for months
But then they like us become restless

We push and shove the white purebreds
And so do they, they speak, speak up
They talk and talk
And then smile and shake hands

We cats need our food
Like misfits need attention
But we like them try and fail
But in the end succeed

It was winter in my heart, in my life
I was on the boat, a party on board
But friends turn foes
I wait here on an island, blue trees, snow pattering
I look onto the sea
The ice is slowly retreating
But my binoculars are foggy, my compass not to tell north from south

Not to tell if the saviours were from the north from hope or from west foes
He lies until the man in a white suit leaves, leaving a maiden wearing a green dress
She wipes the fog off and leads him uphill
He looks from the hill and he can see a small skiff coming towards him

He gets dressed only for the lady to leave and white flocks to come down again, the boat vanishes

I stroked the dove in your golden locks
And smelled the rose between your breasts
And rubbed the vines around your legs

My love, my beauty, my desire
I call to you
“Esmeralda, Esmeralda”

And gaze at your land, palms and roses
And at the island inside those emerald eyes
A land of eternal beauty and youth

The sun naked and shivering atop your isle
Covered by robes of endless clouds
The wind tries to chill my soul

But my soul is a café at noon
I exclaim, wait my dear while I get the matches
I began rubbing the matches and a flame is lit
I set it on the sandy cove with my eyes into yours

Until the wind with its chill
Blows out the inextinguishable flame

We try again but the wind does not approve
I pull up the anchor; get into my skiff, wave and set sail

Here I write amid the shake of the stars and the navy blue sky
Here I think another fire will be lit but alas I can only think about yours

The stars shaking
The dim blue sky
The moon’s magic illuminates the endless realm of night
The sea of tears
The cries of the wind chill his soul

He remembers her cries
And her golden locks of hair and wide curvy hips
Sinking in the sea

He reached for her but her road is at the end.
Her corpse lies in the depths of Neptune’s realm
She is shivering with the others in the vast sky

He is distraught, this move of love never to be forgotten in the game of life

He calls to her “Aurora, Aurora, my dearest, you and only you, the only breasts I’ll ever touch so gently, the only hand I’ll ever hold so tenderly, the only flame that will light, an inextinguishable flame”.

He hears the echo believing it’s her and seeing a light glimmers in the water, he swims to her.

The night sky is fuller and brighter the following evening.

The city

Struggling

It’s citizens lost souls

It’s buildings there to stand the test of time

They want to leave the hate from here, but life doesn’t have second chances

They are cold, grumpy, bitter

Even the places meant to have bliss have none

The amusement park, rotting away, the paint pealed,

No kids running around, Smiling and screaming

The toy store, doors closed

But in that pain that suffering comes a miracle for so few

The lucky people they say

Selling all they can to leave

Sacrifice now, success later

They sell what they can, wave goodbye and move on

Driving on this path to a new home, to a new city, to a new life

The tears of pain were sowed in her eyes by her own mother
A daughter’s hate

The seeds in the ground
A place of pain and suffering
But then the seeds come out of the ground intertwined
Rising higher and higher towards the sun

They are happy now basking in the sun
They have not faced the harsh downpour of the rain
Laying blissful, blissful with other flowers.
But then the rain comes down and the door opens

She looks into her mother’s eyes
It rains hard on them, the pain of yesterday brought back to life
She looks into her mother’s eyes, tears, reconciliation.
Her mother smiles and the two hug

The hard rain turns into a drizzle before vanishing leaving a marvellous rainbow, the sun rays, the white fluffy clouds
But the rain is gone, never to come back.

I wish I could lift her up towards the sky into the stars
Onto this long road
Girl, I know I’m a dreamer but be a believer

Come onto this path with me
Us two holding hands walking

When the path meanders ever so slowly through the valleys and mountains it’s for pleasure, a straight path means business
Walking on this path with you, my lover
When this path widens someone new enters this world, narrower someone leaves this world

But we still walk together whether smiling or sobbing, whether just us two or 3 or four or five
We still go up mountains, down valleys, the ups and downs of life

Where we go exactly I have no such certainty but I known with certainty the end will be on a mountain peak, the sun setting, us awaiting our fate until the full moon comes up.

There he was in that school, an aquarium

There he was singing the blues

Not a fish like the rest but a bird

A bird who couldn’t fly, forced to swim with the fish

Alone on his on isle, marooned by the jet-set

The water so clear, of his tears

Nobody to speak to,

Nobody to share his velvet voice

So he writes in his journal

About his miseries, hopes, dreams, fantasies

But about reality too

He is alone on his bed of sand until

Comes a young maiden, Mary

The two talk on the field

He tells her what would be his final work

About thistles and flowers in the blacksmith’s yard

He continues telling her his story until she cries, holding her head in the ground

He explains that she stained her white dress

She then puts on him a crown of thistles, she calls him true and pure

They continue the short lived romance until a gang of older boys come

They attack him, ripping his journal

Mary tries to help but one of them holds her down

They beat him till his last breath

They leave, she runs for help

She looks frantically, but the cards were dealt, his path on earth is over

Mary runs to him

She cries over his dead body

She begins piecing the journal back, story by story

She brings them to a publisher, a book is born

Misunderstood in life, revered after life

I thought this place of injustice was to become just
A city of equality
Where we would all smile, holding hands
A city where poor and rich would not exist

But alas I was wrong
Here I am shaking
Looking down onto the city
The city is not a court it is a playground
Not trying the injustice to make justice
Letting injustice to rule the playground, the city

They own the city
Richer and corrupter by the day
Walking in black suits up to their condos
Lying nude on Copacabana and Ipanema
But we never get to live that fantasy

We look atop high peaks
Watching the injustice creep like a road slithering into the mountains
Watching it spread like cancer

They, pushing us further and further up the peak
Our shacks razed, condos built
Their voice is of a man, a well-spoken man
But ours is of an introverted child struggling to communicate
But he tries, he writes
He is me, I am him

Writing on paper
About the injustice, about poverty but about hope too
Then comes the moon and I leave my sheet to finish tomorrow

We lose everyday
But we are still fighting
Shoving and pushing our way up,
Up those crystal stairs to a flickering candle