back where I belong
twenty eight hours in transit
come home to jet lag

time slips through your hands,
and all you try to do is
make strong sand castles

poetry is pain
words otherwise left unsaid
my hand's been aching

Through trials and tribulations
I learn to live the life,
Sure! I can put it in words*

In a room full of,
Disappointments & trials,
I couldn't find hope lost*

All the women dream about it,
all men do beyond accepting,
Through years of finding
Reasons to do it,

From the crimson petals
That tailor the tux,
To hours spending
Never thinking
I was out of luck,
From the perfection,
To persistence of joy,
I passed the test,
To a man now,
No longer a boy,
What has God brought,
together, No man destroy

Waiting for the day,
For my angel,
And her day to be,
Unless God makes,
The makers labour in vain,

The magical sight,
Where the background
Gets blurry,
Visions of the past,
Find winds to fly,
If ever in doubt,
A mother's eyes
Couldn't hold,
From now to the
Six feet fold,

A promise to be,
A promise to keep,
In a meeting of minds,
The rings collide,
This feelings never subside,
In a dream like a collage
Forever abide,
No words could describe,

Against the world,
Inside the heart of a girl,
I found a place,
Glee on her face,
To me not looking beyond,
The cliche's of settling down,
I came around,
I care to inherit,
Getting married*

Had a dream, the dream
Known by Coretta Scott King
Without action don’t dream*

I am a monster,
If there's such a fucking thing,
No, It wasn't a dream*

I am drawn
to you
like sketches
no, its not a metaphor
that's coz I am an artist
and you
are my favorite masterpiece*

Let the breeze sway me,
I caught the wind in my hand,
Of course, I wasn't ready*

Fly
I saw a bird with broken wings
fly through the cracked sky,
I flap my one wing
And get ready to fly,
But I fear to soar and be hit by
An astray plane and die today,
Atleast tried
But why? you say

my skin hates my bones,
my brain hates my heart,
it wants my heart to be pulled apart,
But i follow my heart,
Coz I was told so by the Father,
Life is getting harder,
the skies r getting darker,
I m ready for whats after,
So I wouldn’t lie,
Lord give me wings to fly*

Revolution will not be televised,
The same way television will not be revolutionized,
That's why I use this pen,
The revolution in my hand,
A generation cannot be defined,
What is a definition of a generation?
Where do we draw the line?
I am trying to push the line,
Mold it into words,
Never get over this crush
Unlike a high school infatuation,
Look again, in fact what you are facing,
Deeper than my dead skin,
My heart racing,

Genuinely, I am in love,
All my love in genuine plus all of the above*

Brilliant like the glow,
Of the dazed circling moths,
Until the lights go out*

The pen is calling,
Ink is bleeding non stop,
I am tired of it.

My patience is vague,
Lost and gone, spent days in vain,
Only my fists red.

The world is ending,
My patience is running out,
can you close the door?

So pen is
mighty than
the sword,
My Lord!
If it wasn’t
I would have
my faith restored
They opened
when I spoke
and I knocked
on the door,

For brothers with sisters,
You hug her and miss her,
See her grow up,
From the time she didn't know much,
Now see her go the distance,
From the innocence to influx,
Of all the things you didn't wish her,
From arguing to mix ups,

For brothers with sisters,
All the love and the insults,
Her first friend and confidant
When she doesn't feel that confident,
The only peace maker,
For the nervous teenager,
The secrets you are sharing,
You couldn't tell your parents,
The only one who knows about your secret girlfriend,
The only one you can trust for certain,
From the "Stay away from her mister!"
To "my cutest sister"

For brothers with sisters,
Fighting for the smallest things,
Thinking you could win,
Do anything to make her smile again,
Promise to never see her cry again,
Until those funny things you whisper,
From a brother to a sister*

I can’t tell you

what to do
and what not to
tell you ride the wave
till it crashes
why I left my land
or about the moutain
that I stand on
I can only tell you about
aim higher
when one loses
how battles left
scars
and fights
only left bruises
what it feels like
when its
me against everybody
I am glad I did
Can’t tell you how
I came through
I can only tell you about
things that I have been through

I can’t tell you
how life is unfair
I think everybody knows that
I can’t tell you to be happy
just tell about how
you can look past the negatives
just like I can’t tell
to be vegetarian
just be nicer
to the fellow human,
I can’t tell you
do you part
and the rest will follow
I can only tell you
one thing
there will be
a better tomorrow
I can’t tell you
you can win too
I can only speak
for the things
I have been through*

They say I am high off life,
But I never seem to levitate,
I don’t do drugs still,
Instead I meditate…..

Then I put this
pen to this paper
And I gravitate,
No rehab for me
this lyrical therapy
seems to medicate…