I am a corpse when I sleep,
and rotten vines grow from my forelimbs,
reaching for an indeterminate point
somewhere in the atmosphere above me.

Nightmares reign in my dreamscapes,
green apples dripping with red poison,
my bed aflame with hellfire
and why will I not awaken?

Something dark breathes hot and heavy on my neck.
Who are you to call upon me at this godforsaken hour?

Sailing away on a beautiful boat,
remembering all the pretty lines you wrote,
of love and hope and future bright,
of dreams and homes and white moonlight.
Subtlety is key I have deduced,
my wants are now all but reduced.
Now I realise anew,
all I ever needed was you.

It’s not over yet, I’ve convinced myself,
not yet shall I put you back on the shelf,
because the only need I have right now
is convince you to give me a chance somehow.
I spoke today to the wisest woman,
who said to me to err is human.
Do not assume she cares not too,
she too fell in love with you.

I wish I could write what my heart wants,
but wants are ghosts that love to haunt
the hearts and souls of weak-willed men
but no longer will I be one of them.
I am as strong as the days are long,
but I can still cry to a lonely birdsong.
One day I will prove how much I have learned,
and hope that someday your love will be earned.

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Watching my kids growing
looks like watching flowers grow
on my every look they appear different
as different as night and day

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Strange place, strange ways, each stay away!
Then why are there two roads to take?

The maps and paths, and followed tracks.
And Google, Waze, we trust their facts.
Turn left, turn right we let it steer.
To miss a turn, we start to fear.

Across to tolls, collect control.
Like little soldiers, do as told.
Planned flights and crowds, comfort in traps.
Are we confined in our skin wraps?

Some lost, pretend to just be found.
Some found, act lost, pretty profound.
To take that step, the unprotected.
To turn towards, the unexpected.
A wasteful plan, we must forget it.
Insane repeat, and do we test it?

Misdirection, to find us love.
Misdirection, to find us trends.
Misdirection, finds ideas.
Misdirection, to find us friends.
Misdirection to free in stress.
Misdirection leaves no regrets.

Let one misdirection find you.
Let one misdirection guide you.
Let one misdirection define
And be the reason, you are you.

There is a story to tell.
I met a person.
There is much to tell.
Choked up emotions.

The person listens.
Reads my stories too.
Not only the intro,
but the whole thing through.

Tells me I am great,
when I know the truth.
This has to be fate.
Because it soothes.

Positive and,
Appreciates.
Hard work, effort.
Invigorates.

The person fills,
me with words.
When I am lost,
and I am slurred.

Hair so curly,
Maybe straight.
Not sure, did
not speculate.

Eyes brown,
maybe blue.
Come to think of it,
it is you.

The impatient soul awaits.
As crowds push towards the train.
He rushes to pass, can’t be late.
He looked at others, the insane.

He squeezed against and did shove.
They looked at him, silent grunts.
His angry mood, bared no love.
He was used to his way and wants.

One more push and catapults.
Into the air and did not fall.
He laughs at them, at their faults.
As he flies pass human walls.

Surprised, he got no attention.
He roared at them, till the last door.
His super power, that strengthened.
No longer waiting, he could soar.

Everyone looked to the left.
Train now expected delays.
Some tears were dropped as they wept.
A red end to someone’s day.

He flew back in that direction.
A sudden feeling, temptation.
There caught in the intersection.
His body, the impatient.

Organic has touch,
Metal outlasts.
Organic has sound,
Metal just echoes.
Organic has cushion,
For emotions within.
Metal stays strong,
Can take the toughest hits.

Organic has taste,
Depending what it ate.
Metal vibrates,
To try to imitate.
Organic has colors,
Metal has paint.
Organic forgets,
Metal just waits.

Organic fades,
Metal floats in gray.
Organic needs air,
To sustain health.
But Metal stays,
Right near our chests.
Organic craves,
As Metal engraves.

Organic understands,
Metal just learns.
Organic has a name,
Metal has a brand.
But for some reason,
Found more in our hands.
Keep organic close,
And to metal stand.