When all of the cans turn to can't
Your magic never fails to enchant
In agony when I seek some respite
I am here; surrendering my might

When I shall die,will thou be gone?
Gone forever,letting me drift alone?
Do you promise to set the sunrise?
In my soul's eyes,after my demise?

Its never too early or never too late
To sit by the ghats, unafraid to wait
Wait for the questions never sought
To find the answers seers never got

While the whole world may not be in my fist
I get a glimpse of it in our occasional tryst

Every victory comes at a colossal cost
Generals won where soldiers  lost
The king could safely cross the river
Due to soldiers who never crost

Still December fog hugged the lonely night
The razor-sharp gale held my tissues tight 
Dogs howled and so did my aching heart
Like the torment caged in Van Gogh's art

From the misty nook I will flow like a river
Now I might be a brook or just any sewer;
Yet I will receive love and continue to grow
The world will watch as I continue to flow

Every pebble thrown could not stop me
I will not stop today for I was born free
I will decay stones and pebbles into dust
I will flow with the silt and sand if I must

When you look within,a river flows in you
Yet we surmise that the ocean is so new
One day we shall cease to be the river
That day we surely shall be a Believer

A voice rings in the purling of every ripple,
"When I join the ocean will I remain supple?"
The wise ocean remarked with a wistful grin
."How will you flow freely if you do not begin?"

We are all afraid to choose our course
We are afraid to lose ,afraid of remorse
The river of Life is of ceaseless motion
We began only so as to join the ocean

Night, O night

How is your embrace so amusingly dark?
That wakes an owl and silences the lark
Under your shade all shadows are lost
Except the Shadow that lured Dr Faust

Night,O night

I wonder how are you so serenely sinister?
Much like the craving whence I kissed her?
When I hug you my wounds become afresh
Alas!You are my muse unknown to the flesh

Night ,O night

Why are you sullen and so full of gloom?
Don't you smile when moss roses bloom?
It makes me wonder every single morn
Why is your refuge the safest to mourn?

The air is cold and very pungent today
Concrete germinates from ****** clay
Cows are let loose where plastic lays
My eyes droop to the world's ways

We cut down trees to buy a *** of plant
We are intoxicated in our world of want
The last of the clouds are crying out acid
The connoisseur's palate is now rancid

The Sparrows do not come to my roof anymore
The Seagulls have long left the beautiful shore
The anguish of nature is heard in every squeak
The naked dog whimpers every day,every week

Nature lays dismembered in the mahogany embers
While we discuss civilization in concrete chambers.

In the labyrinth of pace we are lost in the glitter and the noise
I fear for the child who grows up too soon and hides her tears
We do not see sparrows anymore and neither do we see toys
This world is too brutal so the child slowly dies in her fears

Pavements of concrete are filled and parks of clay are barren
Where are the novels? Where are the poems and the fables?
The libraries are dusty and the librarian is reading Byron
Alas! I see God mocking as we remodel the Tower of Babel

Does the child still stare at the cloud and wonder in awe?
"Is it a flower?Is it an animal or is it a white cotton candy?"
The world is too cold to let the child rejoice in her flaws
I pray that every child finds out that is it sand or just sandy?

In the union of the first droplets of rain and the clay
In the gentle rustling of the trees and the minty breeze
Let him feel sudden joy and the burden of dismay
Let the ****** flesh feel heat after being bitten by the bees

If we are gentle, careful and calm with every single child
They will know the earth is clayed and not just tiled

The subway is a moving maze
Of morbid faces full of daze
As their glances eat me up
My anxiety says," Wassup!?"

There is blur that I always gain
To fit in,to needlessly sustain
As I become a mist of my past
I hope I breathe in me at last

Before the wax wings melted and Icarus fell
Before Lear sobbed and Duncan's last yell
Until Faustus paid for all his misdeeds well
Whenever heaven frowns and merry is hell
Destiny knew," In due course Time will Tell."

Hugging all the ancient lores I heckle my conscience
Tiresias says,"My man,dull your innocent defiance."
I asked,"Is your Wifi struck down again by cheap gin?"
"Na bro,I just forgot to put the postmodern plug in"
Brochild,you seem to romanticise Eliot and Arnold again?"
"What else is the paracetamol for this spiritual pain?"
"What pain?Aren't you medicated by poetry reels?"
"Didnt the Doctor say I must go for the feels?"

"Am I the only one who sees the changing permanganate sky?"
"Dunno?Maybe Keats would if he sees the Nightingale fly?
My Brochild,You must read less books.All The Muses are dead.
Let me DM the Doctor- You awoke early again from the bed."

"When did they die? Why am I immune to the modern synthetic sedative?"
"Shhhh...Take a puff from this oxygen can - a pulmonary macerative."
"That's cannabis. Are you for real? I already prayed to Nietszche to get killed by cancer soon!!"
"Brochild! Listen! We are all dead - Writing Midnight poems.Smoking in sulltry afternoons."

To love and to lose
To hang by a noose
Was never in vanity
For what is love?
Beauteous insanity.

Yet I shall love once again
But this time not in vain
For there is no great joy
If you and me are so coy

Listen Oh! My dear love,
"Beyond the skies above,
The joy that heaven beholds
Does not even come close
When strangely love unfolds.