The collapsing tide lurks
with rogue waves
gathering energy,
swaying to the moon
until it returns to upend
the diligent castles
we’ve built of sand

As a poet
We write it all
We give it all
We’ve nothing
To hide

Naked and open
You’ll always know
Every mouthfull
Of forever spilled
On pages and papers
On a machine or
A dry carp paper

As a poet
We write a lot
Every thing in our heart
Writing is a great art

Good or bad
It never matters
Happy or sad
We write for
Every moment of natures

As a poet
We talk in
Different ways
Even if rude
Its not our sin

Fast or slow
Even if we
Are a bit low
Just people don't see

Clam or frown
We handle it all
But sadly they think
We are clown
We openly say it all

As a poet
They say
We all never bias
On any way

As a poet
We write it all
We give it all
We’ve nothing
To hide

Naked and open
You’ll always know
Every mouthfull
Of forever spilled
On pages and papers
On a machine or
A dry carp paper

I’m drowning in this night.
Please give me a jot of joy
turn on the light
to spurn this blight
I’ve gone overboard
send me a buoy.

Blamed for Everything.
Ridiculed for the Past
Humiliated for the Name.
Blind when proved Wrong.
Dumb when loose an Argument.
Why ?

So much of Hatred.
So much of Anger.
So much of Frustration.
So Lost in this Illusion.
Why ?

Nearly Brain Washed.
Clean and Dry.
Lost all Reasoning
Its all about their Ego.
Why ?

Mute Spectators to all the Unjust.
Always justifying.
Endless Debates.
Confusion Prevails.
Why ?

I see the clouds above me,
They're floating in the sky,
I wonder what they see,
And wonder why they cry.

I listen to the fire,
While sitting in its glow,
Not a thing does it require,
But wood for it to grow.

Gently does the breeze,
Whisper to my skin,
I wander if the trees,
Mind about the wind.

I will not shut my eyes,
Wont miss one part of this,
The sun is giving the skies,
A loving goodnight kiss.

a father to a son
riding bikes by

the river

correcting his son
that it is not an

ocean

it is just
a river

and I wonder
if this will

reduce the son’s
wonder at this

important body
of water

will he think it
less important

rather than not
as large or not

as deep

as the father
probably meant it

is it possible
to breathe
but not exist?
are we all just
particles made
of nothing?