an unexpected poem is a lightning strike
jolted bolt in a morning stride
it has no rhyme and no design
just careless words, sold for a dime

you find them in a forgotten street
under deep waters and dark creeks
beneath the cold of  fallen leaves
they are not pearls or golden bricks
but a ***** cork of mortal trees

I’ve got a friend,
his name is Bill.
He lives in my head
and eats no meal.
He is like a ghost,
which haunts me down.
He is a noone but a circus clown.
I like Bill, coz he's a lonely guy.
His life is tightly bound to mine.
We walk together and chat at nights.
Bill is my only mate and my delight.
And when i am distressed or badly lost,
Bill comes gently and takes my hand.
He whimpers like a dog, on a rainy day.
He caresses my head and makes me glad.
I can’t imagine life without Billy.
He is the only friend who makes me breezy.
His nose is chilly,
but eyes are beady
I love this guy by the name of Billy!

i walk the streets in this lovely morning
and think of nothing
but a simple poem
the trees are golden
and birds are free
it's all there is
what you like to see

Could you stay the same
Many years away
When glory in the flames
And faith has gone astray

Will you be the same
Many miles away
When love’s so badly failed
And you’ve got no word to tell
To make her come back

Can you stay the same
When parents in the grave
And you will never see
your daddy’s friendly face

When mom’s kind reply
Won’t calm you in the night
And home will never hear
Her childish joy, delight

Will you be the same
When friends will claim your wealth
They shut the door before you
And tell to go away

Will i be the same
when this poem’s dead
and no one will remember
pretty words i’ve said

can you stay the same
when hit by success
all acclaim your name
and dance with no recess

Would you be the same
after pouring rain
when drops had crawled your ears
and washed away your  brain

is there place to hide
in the raging storm
down the ocean’s tide
under the warmth of stones

will you be the same
when failure strike you lame
you seek refuge
from overwhelming shame
people will point their fingers
and say you're out of game

i doubt you can decide for sure
in failure, grief, success or glory
you stay the same
and will endure
no being sorry,
no giving way to worry,
relentless, strong and wise

would you stay the same
never looking back
With uncertain future
And forgotten past

Will you still be praying
When thrown into hell
For sins you’ve not committed
And thoughts you’ve never had
Or will you keep faith in God
When no evidence is given
Knowing deeds you’ve done
Will never be forgiven

Can you love a person
Despite the conditions
On any circumstances
Regardless admonitions
When you’ve spent everything
But received no prize
Would you be determined
To make another try

its all about the looks
believe me,
which pierce the darkness and bring a light
it leans some people to forgiveness
and makes others feel delight

eyes can tell so much, believe me
they are path to soul,
a mirror of life
along the crooked ways of meanness
they give us session of respite

have you felt a look, that gives hope
and courage
firms your faith, instills belief
that leads you to the moment of salvage
and frees you from the chains of grief

mind is full of uncertainty
and will is chained to ground
heart is choking under the weight of loneliness
and it seems there is no way out

don't have memories to recall
all are gone like momentary joy
and faces of people i used to know
can tell anything no more

i have never been to this kind of state
with no hope and no regret
jolted by the wind of fate
here and there, pathetic and disgraced

I hate poetry, cause its an illusion,
a resilient disease, with no cure.
I hate poetry, cause there is no way out.
I am stuck with it, and so lured.
I am not certain about my future,
nor can keep the trail of time.
With every word i sound so stupid.
With every poem i loose my mind.
I pray to God, to relieve my fears,
to scatter the doubt and pure my soul.
I shout and cry with helpless tears
and ask to grant my wish once more.
But when i am saved from this despair,
i feel lost as if in flare.
I lone for madness, i used to carry.
I want my virus back! I am crazy!