Thousand songs my mother

I sing thousand songs everynight ma
When I sing I dont even remember that I came from you.
I sing false songs
I sing broken songs
I sing songs that shatter when the truth hits them
I sing songs for people who dont recognise me
Ma tell me, when you are lying down at night do you hear me singing far away?
Do you not like my songs anymore ma?

Dear Buddha,

Dear Buddha,

It must be damn cool to be enlightened and all that no?

Tell me how does it feel to wear red all the time? Does the red of your robe not add to the restlessness of being alive? AND if you are at rest all the time? Does it not make you feel dead?
Do alive women not strum at your heartstrings with their energy? Are you menopausal?
Do you never rue the fact that your dad was a small King and died one day?
Did you father a son? Would you have been a happy man without that?
What does a hot jalebi taste like on a hot afternoon?
Does the wet mud smell sweet to you?

I think a lot about you… What do you think of me?

Love
P