The colour of you
The shape of you
We always had the best of you.
The heart of you
The soul of you
Now heaven has the rest of you.
Big me I’ll never talk about it
In times like these,
In the scheme of things
How we still dream of things.
Through the silence
I hear your echoes,
Testing my patience, yet I won’t heed
As I’ve nothing to lose, this hand won’t feed.
My only saving grace
Was to save you a seat
There was always enough space.
I’d walk for days,
I’d run away,
Took the medicine at midnight
But my life was DOA.
My wheels stopped turning,
Bridges ever burning,
Cascading, never fading
For as sure as the day is long
And as long as it follows the night
I’ll sit, I’ll think, I’ll wilt away
Under this wasting light.
I’m a doll these days
Static, plastic
Left to burn away
May sound drastic
But there is no neighbourhood for me
Only a sky, enclosing me
Like a flag that comes down
Entrapped by the pretender in me,
Enmeshed; I live ‘cos I miss the misery.
In your honour we all stand
Worlds apart and different lands,
With different plans
As grains of sand slip through our hands.
A call to answer
We hear your cry
Across the oceans
This is goodbye,
You jumped the ship
We sail on by,
Why did we not learn to fly?
But wait my friend
Our tears won’t dry
Surely, we won’t be far behind.
A cold day still brings the sun
Dawn until dusk, there is no rush
Everlong, assures your place
Your domain.
My hero, break out of these chains,
Use the rope, use the wrench,
In stranger things we get entrenched.
After all is said and done,
Nine while nine and one by one
What is the beginning?
What is the end?
On this long road to ruin, we all lost a friend.
Azra Pathan
RIP Taylor Hawkins