The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

A very low grade scan of my original sketch. Done with charcoal and cheap(really low quality) color pencils......

HOPE

I will find it in the last missed train

I will find it in the hair-clogged drain

I will find it in a stolen suitcase

I will find it in the chewing gum in my hair

I will find it climbing the 500^th stair

I will find it in my mother’s black eye

I will find it in the rings of fat on my thigh

I will find it listening to ‘Fireworks’ playing on my iPod

While it floats in the shitpot

I will find it in the vulgar smile of your pink teddy bear

I will find it in my millionth tear

I will find it watching a smashed cockroach fly

I will find it waiting for your one last try

I will find it in the hopeless reflection in the mirror

Because I’m still standing there hoping that hope is near

WISH

He wished for death every day

Every day seemed just another wasteful day

He wished to be crushed by the speeding train or to be choked by the noose on the ceiling fan

He wished to drown into the bath tub or get fried in the morning sun

But death hated him

Never even got close to him

Longed for it more than any lover would

With all the means to embrace it but not the guts

He begged and begged n begged

People around him loved him so much that they killed him with their love

But that’s not the death he wanted

He wanted a different end

Life seemed a little better one day

The sun soothed his pain and the water calmed his brain

Every view was a different view

Like changing glasses changed the shades

Yellow and red became the new black and grey

Life seemed brighter than a dusty light bulb

love and longing felt more like a cup of hot chocolate

He wished for a peck on his cheek..just a brush of innocence

But he got a sinful kiss

So sudden and deep

He wished for it for a lifetime and somebody gave it to him

the day he wanted it the least

kissed and left him alone

the greatest sin a lover could make

dipped him into itself and threw him out when he was about to drown

but do you complain if the lover is death?

Left him motionless with only a mind to contemplate

Then started his life again

The wish to die everyday

Complaining to death for not making love to him           

For coming to him the day he found another love