little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

To look at his plain, resting face
One sees a little of grace
But just a hint of expression . . .
Oh! What a change in complexion

People think
who will cry, when you die...
Does it really matter?
When you are no more?

An accident,
shaked me inside,
left me thinking...
Who will hold me, when i fall?
Who will pick my broken pieces?
Who will the first person to contact?
When i am in need,
accident like emergency.

My spouse?..ofcourse
kids?..yes
neighbors?...have to
relatives?...probably
kind of friends?...maybe

If none of the above, then?
the God,
the angels,
the divine help sent by the God,
Extension of divinity....
Two youngsters passing by...

Yes! yes! yes!
Really angels do exist.....
Accompany you,
Always guard you,
take human form to help you on time,

Thankful to the young boy and girl for attending me...
thankful to divinity for sending them on time...

Windy weather... lonely nights...crazy heart...rainy eyes...brainy poetry

It's ecstasy that their is no end,
Ups and downs, life has a blend,

As soon as you conquer one peak,
You find more higher ones sneak

And giving you another challenge,
For the life is a mountain range,

Amidst of the peaks there are steep,
Gorges where you submerge into deep,

Life is like mighty Himalaya,
To liberate us from from wordly maya...

I love you one day more,
Less than a day where I am trying to forget you.
I miss you one week more,
Less a than a week where I am trying to conceal our memories.

Trembling hands, scarred thoughts ,as I unhinged the hooks;
you pierced in my soul.
(I hate you today)
A demented heartbreak
became my favorite melancholy tune.
Which played once every blue moon.
My heart shut down to prevent the stream of your blood into the chambers of my heart.
Concealing your touch, but still tasting you .
I inject myself every blue moon,
Inventing an antidote to cure your disease.

Although,
Today I chose to love you once more.
Cause I can't be without you ,
I'll be there when you need a way out.
I always be your late night apparition haunting ,
dwelling on a love we once reigned.
Imprinting you with a smile you once shared.
Today I chose to miss you once more.  
Cause I can't be without you.
Your bloodstream became an addiction.
One I wouldn't want rehab for.
Today I chose to replay our memories.
Love is a sink or swim.


Wait ,
Nothing comes close to the sickness I feel.
When you visit my dreams.
It's a haunting nightmare .
Today I hate you.
I don't wish I was worth your happiness,
I'm nothing than a passing memory in your freeway of your mind .
I can imagine ,
A crooked smile of regret ,
when my apparition ,
Visits you at the crack of dawn?
Today I hate you.
You shattered me like a glass cup.
Taunted my soul with torches of Lucifer.  
Today I hate you more.

A lesson learned but I seem to forget:

"True love is equal and it isn't    forgotten"

That is one thing I tend forget,
I loved you more than you loved me. Today I chose to forget you.
Or.... will that change?