And born to lies,
electricity, bills and tables with mice,
womb of discretion, generation of hate
Nine months of drunk vision
and life time of pain
generation, revelation, theory of none,
Mother of a crime,
Felony named the son,
behind the bars of learning,
and teen years of drugs,
mother hood of whom,
is a question a must
Pain to a screen and pain to a heart
pain to thoughts, generations apart,
cash, and cold, money and gold,
lies and hate, savings and fate,
mother of a few,
birth of a crime,
generation of hate,
irony of time.

Hurrying...pacing fast the time...
Can you hear my beats..its so **** loud!
What my time would be of value..
Standing on the mount of death....
****** **** me...beat me with a cane!
Do something, just don't leave me insane!
Cops crowding my doorway to listen to some ****!
Nothing, just those insominate fools!
I have also been through dark alleys
And the dead bodies have also been carried..
But have i cut my neck and fed it to the birds?
Trust me, this world is an opportunity not a curse!
Maybe you'll not be in a mt. Rushmore head
But yes...you'll get 10% of it...
To make your parents proud
With sweat and blood they cried out loud!
Just not to see you in the mount of death....
Just take a step ahed.......black.

soft fur

methyl scented grass

little black eyes scampered

bit off the ends

chewed and then

was shot dead

soft fur

now red.

In times, I wonder where it had flown
In lakes or gleams
In seas or beyond;

Jamaican tail and feathers blue
My daughter had a pet cuckoo

She made a little spur of glee
And sounds that hurt my knees
My daughter adored the scorned bird
Her love for the creature was rather absurd

The fretful bird paid no attention to me
Until that night in the winter of '93
When she curled her feathers and looked at the sky
And stared at me with mournful eyes

She died that night and and saw through me
My memories of my child when she was three

lies between cyanide and methane,
Geographically non-traceable

Has no life
Neither tropical favourites

Soil is like an angry ****
Bears no hills

Rumours run true,
men have killed themselves
Looted
Shaved

It serves as an empty pain,
It bears my name.

Welcome unto,
No Man's land.

Here i was, wide awake
Looking for my step ahead
For if i fell in sinful pit
There would be a matter of life and death

Fearful drops of vicious water
Came towards me as a man of slaughter
Breaking my vein, stabbing my heart
Looking at me to tear apart

But i kept my faith in  Almighty
Unbelievable for you and me
Still as a response to midnight dark
Fearfully beating at the pit of my heart.

Came the siren answer to me
Who are you, whom do you seek?
I said, my voice in a hush tone
I'm in search of a room, i dont have the key.

And again the voice of  wisdom rang
Putting in me the word-"i can''
Telling me to try my best,
Pushing me to pass this test.

I sat up taking a new ambition
Ready to get rid of this complication
But as i stood up, came the thunder
Bringing my head down to wonder

Neither i had treasure to take
Leave silver, diamond or gold crate
Not even a leaf that room holds for me
So what shall i conquer thee?

So i sat back down for ages
Passing through all my weak stages
Slaving under the ******* of fear
Holding back drops of tears

I can't do it! i heard myself say
Stoping the freedom and running away
Though my mind laid on the peaceful heaven
Thinking and thinking from day 1-7

All the pleasures of heaven being irresistible
Made me more and more feeble
Suddenly a thought came to my mind
Which turned back the days, turned back the time.

Human as i was,  greedy as i can be
Forgot all the pleasurable treasures waiting for me
For heaven was it! heaven was it!
Freedom was the throne where i would sit!

Look,
I would literally give anything to forget you
The mind spasms,
The eerie loneliness mocking at me,
Every time someone takes your name.

But i don't just sit wallop, date, flirt, random kiss and push people away.

I cry and miss you.

Not always.

Occasionally?

yes.

Oh piano, the birth of my happiness in your tune
Your verses of wild music
drench me in joy
I feel love, death, screaming like a native found freedom

All i beg is the everlasting soft touch of your skin
Oh piano!
the music you let in

In this vast sky and land of green,

I look for orange skies it seems

In midst of pain and sudden grey

I am an unwelcome home to stay;

In death of you and your ghost it seems

I still search for orange dreams


In dusk I find the lies and truth
I find orange skies when I think of you

I believe i have got
Everything i want
Yet why is it that
I still shiver in cold

There seemed to be
Less of a thing
In my perfect life
And thus thing would be everything
That i kind of had a fight.

Here lies my pain
For what i had lost
It was a 4letter word
Which didin't have any cost
Do you feel my pain
which i have gained?

Blank sheets of blue and white,
Shall I make a billet doux or a kite?
On with scissors and knives;

I know not whom to undress to
One by one, stripping my skin,

Built a roof, a house it seems

Little child,
score of ten,
help me to set to sail again

Patch on my eyes
A knapsack for my pretty coats
Help me set sail, paper boats,

Help me set sail
To find my home.

Epicurean boisterous lad,
Had an animal farm in the late 90's
Had windy hair and dusty gloves

Used to shoot in daddy's farm,
Sheryl's ***** bottle she had shared with men
And a couple of animals

He had a parallax view
And the patriarchal buzz
And, a moustache with whipped cream from the dairy farm

He missed his shot,
Mary
When she walked past him without a clue

My love is unconventional,
I cannot love thee to the depth, breadth and height;
I would complain about trivial things such as patterns of socks
Or the moral conventions of Czechoslovakia;

As If I'd love thee
Whereas my mind travels to certain clouds of pink

In imagination, I lose myself,
I'd not compare thee to a rose, or Victorian strategies of pleasing
the opposite ***;

I'd hurt you,
I'd make you a slave of my pain and pride

For it is how,
I love thyself.

I could be a shaman, and imagine my wife making pancakes
And little children playing around with hand-made kites;

Truest behind dreams that interpret our living,
I have been scrammed inside a 7/9 metal jar
Where the only living creature swimming around
Is imaginary and I call her hope;

People do not advertise money;

And I hoped they did!
Life would be a whole lot easier.

Am abnormal,what can i do?
I can't call u every minute and say am missing you
I want to love a gal, yet i am attracted to a guy
And with green day's guitar i wanna fly...
I wanna taste the chocolate dropping from your lips
And yet cringe away from your every kiss
Dont wanna waste time fighting with you
Cuz i know the end very nice...
You'll end up winning, nothing else
And you'll send me in my stomach butterflies
You'll get to a bar and get drunk up nicely
My blood slowly boiling, telling frankly..
And when the guy asks you for a dance
I just don't let him take a chance...
I get up from the table and punch his nose
And tell him hey man....that's how it goes...
Then like a hero i walk out of the bar
And then see you coming near my car
You clench my hand and kiss me hard
And say listen...we'll never be apart
And when my boy crush comes to me further
I say-" you are just like my little gay brother."




just wanna say people cant get perfect.....

You were there
Among millions of sweaty bodice
returning from the festivities,

Shouldn't the sky seem particular
Of a colour of a romantic being
pushing poetry in the likes
Of citizens of the night

The Universe unbothered by who killed whom
Or the philosophy of life,
Errands running from the bishop town or the markets of dream

Rush hour of the busy life,
I ask the meaning of life,
The holy pages of what not the monks, the sky,
The ask of truth, the sands of time

From a distance, you went by
And weren't a vision from the ornamental fashion they sell

I saw you never,
And I am cited for hell,
But your eyes sold the the meaning of life,
And this foolish passerby, could tell.

Shhh!
We are doing nothing but dancing,
Like mad Men out in the open,

We are dancing with our bitter selves;
You have a black eye,
I have short sleeves

And nothing compares our mad dance
But a quiet room and one more chance.

Blue green and crimson red,
let them fall on the rainbow bed

Let them mix with porcelain dreams
In baskets of fruits and apples of screams
In touches of the maiden white
Running through streets in skirts

And spill them on the walls
And spill them on the greens
Let this be Satan's Rainbow Quarantine

Let this be life
in a beautiful dream.

what is your religion i asked Jesus
He said command of life
I asked Ram, the prophet and chronicles of brave
They said they died under a knife
I asked the beggar whom he worships
Money and a certain flower
Religion is a questionable thought
which changes by every hour
What is a relic i ask
what is God
what is power
whom to worship
whom to kneel to
what is religion
what is a blind man's idol

Remi may shoot you,
she had sown bladder with lungs
And paraded through a wedding

Remi digs up corpses and dances with them
She climaxes when poked with a thorn on her eyelid stiff

Remi knows how to laugh.
She is beautiful,
Remi looks at women and licks their skin

Remi had been in love
She had made love to wolves and painted her face with knives

She strips her clothes
And drips in blood
swallows her pain
Lifts her chin up
Remi calls Remi's name

Remi sold her heart in an autumn sale.

I shut my eyes and things are red
I open them and my blithe is dead
I rinse the clock and turn it back
Give me again all that i ever had
The man i loved the friend i knew
In this cosmos happiness is few
And i cry and cry and tell myself
Will the daffodils smell again,

I shout it from the ocean below
muffled breadths and garbled low
In this ocean of fear will i survive,
will i swim up and be alive
and touch the sky
that is above all the pain
Where happiness is a merry gain
Where sonnets and jove harp a string,
I would do anything
to live my dream
and wash it clean

You are fifteen,
You can run

You can keep running
Into green fields and Sunshine

You don't need to look at death, politics
Or your untied shoe laces

The movie is black and white
It's 1989

Today as the tomorrow sighs
sawdust on the gleam
Yester-year, goodbye carols
goodbye all your broad eyed smiles and tally **
to Mary or Agatha or Caroline with a C
i hardly remember her name!
something with a blue and fake smile
and something about her hair,
my memory is in despair!
Or to you, or to the gulls
or to the sawdust from your house
I have broken thee from the roots of the pavement
a dollar for each window
a shilling for the roadside engravings
A dime for your penny-less worries
And to cremate the red of the fire
my un-tied shoelaces are barely of importance to the world!
I don't need to buy your monday blues
or to match the sunlight to the starch
Tell Gary, Harry, or any other bloke
to put the chandelier during christmas or summer
and carry the sawdust in your heart if you are generous
for a diamond studded disintegrated cloak.

I have a crazy *** appeal,
My fruit of time is in-between conscience thoughts and no protection

My threats of sanity lie between lust and your timeless ticks of sweat as they drip from friendly lines of maturity and trust
Whom should I trust?
Am I your friend?
I have no friends

I chew the base of my thumb like you lick the insides of my brain,
Another worldly combustion I feel nonetheless to my ulterior motives
As I ride on your pink pony of sweet faith,
My sunsets drip on your flesh,

My love is like a fly sitting on your neck,
licking off sweat
As you close your eyes and tilt your hair,

My boom breaks into a million Constellations

And that sweat dripping on from beautiful body and as i held you close, eyes burning to one another and i feel your warmth on your skin.
Making me burn,
Burning in lust.
Skin on skin,
If we must.

Dear dear one. That august farewell made me think about you again, between hasty green meadows and wild stubborn red roses.
They cry for your love.
For your touch.
For your grace.
I miss your touch.
I miss your taste.
I miss your smell.
Your smell of old novels.


I could read every chapter of yours. Oh how abundant of your sadness wept. When Jesus carried his noble men in his arms. I would divide waters and bring blood to land if not for our love. your love. my love. Hath i cry !
Stubborn through my veins!
Bring me love!
Bring me an angel without wings!
So that she may not fly away from me.

I read in an old novel of mine. When Christopher cut Jaden's arm for the love of his maiden. i would cut my own for yours.
Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.
Clink to the cup of joy.
Oh blessed daughter of Mary
Bless me with your love.
I smell old novels
But your smell is lovely enough.

Sometimes you reach out to grab the moon;
Only to realise, it is a false satellite screen.

Son, your mom is dead son,
Son, it's time I shot you too
Son, love isn't okay
But what am i supposed to do?
Son, I tried to fix my tie
Son, Sonny boy look the sky is grey
Son, Bid your gold fish goodbye
Son, Tell Maurice you cannot stay
Son, Tell Oakley that games aren't bad
His parents lie to each other in their marriage
Son, I have to leave your mother,
I'll be leaving with blood on my palms in a carriage
Son, life isn't easy,
And in this dusky town,
I'm gonna let your fragile body slide under the dirt,
By the time the sun sets down.

I am an imbecile to the society,
And a lust for death
I don't know where it starts
Or my song of Remorse ends

I don't know where to walk on
Or kneel down to say a prayer
I took the Lord's name in vain
My heart said beware

Now that i have only words to reassure me
And a dead man's notice and a knife
I am wondering if this poem is eligible enough
For a dead man's defeated fight

I don't know whether this is a sonnet
Or a ballad
Or a lyrical tyranny

I am ready to carry satanic wishes
and end this phase
With words of Irony

Let this be my last poem,
for i hear the call now,
'Ding-****' said the dream
For It's finally over now.

I'll come back in another life
When love isn't a treasured greed
I'll come back one day before it's dawn
So i can see a city clean

A city where lies hopes
And abundance of dreams
For now it rots of despair and sorrow

And a sky full of hatred beams.

Its hard to believe to listen to
The sound of silence through layman's ears
For silence,an unestablished thought
Rides the young hearts only through fear.
Maturity, an understanding through beneath
Sediments like evils srata
For if you conquered,it only leads
To the sound of silence,every data.
For as we stare, me and words together,
Silence redeems through the pages
Every drop of ink forever
Can spell the words through all the ages.
The silence that lingers between
Begs me to hear it closer
Its trying to express the unwanted enclitic
The words that will fade never.
And now as i cherish this conversation of silence,
I realize that ink has a spirit
And to know the mistake i have committed
Which on my face like a bright light lit.
And to know the spectacular reason
I'm astonished myself, i must say
Ink helps us when we are not thinking
Flowing on paper without delay.
This sound of silence that i have gathered now,
Must be of great help all through my life
It will let me hear all those unsound-able things
And help me to decide when to stab a knife.
Through my youth scores, a bunch of thirty
Led me through a rugged terrain,
And now i want a plain surface with lots of pleasure
To lead a life, to be truly sane.
The sound is like a hand i want
Which helps me to walk in young years
Through the blasphemy, through humanism
It will strike away all my fears.
Does one realize that i said
The words of silence through every phase
The crumb of bread a beggar needs
The food of life heaven feeds?
They can't be realized by screaming though oceans,
They can't be realized by ending a story
For they are the curse of hearing unknown thoughts,
The sound of silence one and only.
My heart beats are frantic now,
As i have reached the harmonics of music,
Sweet and presentable they are now
Tapping your life like your feet.
They are many fellows who can't sing
So they make you suffer the sound of silence
With every teardrop longing for supper
Fighting their way through all the violence.
For those who have a great voice
It doesn't mean that they have to be proud,
For it may break any time
Like breaking a stone, like rumbling of clouds.
And i may not be an instrumentalist
And i may not be a teacher,
But i can stop the silence and let them hear music
And make them smile, not to suffer.

My cat had 9 lives,
He gave 8 to my willingness to create impossible cuisines
of leek, onion, wanton, bone and whiskey
and 3 more to hand my flight to Dublin,

To meet the poets and see why they are dead,
To feed me soup that my grandmother made
A unique blend of garlic and potatoes that were green
And chicken broth and her picture, amongst other things,

She looked weary
As though it would rot
She smelled my soup
And said it wasn't hot

I can't make the soup
I can only pour a double shot.

Throw me in the bowl
Cereal killer,
Mix me and soul
Pour the milk and tears,
Instead of running and running and running and running
Nowhere
Teleport
Teleport
Teleport
Sky runner, teleport.
Juvenile, little crime, mix me in the bowl
And teleport me
to home.

Give me sunflowers
Oh! where hath it been
It's been summer all this while
and my heart seem keen

For the yellow and the joy
And seeds of green
Where art sunflowers
Why art being mean?

Ah the carnations! The innocence,
where the wind,
******* to thy heaven's door
The meadows the green!

Oh my heart cries for such beauty
And in thy beauty it lies,
The pain, the sorrows, the unhappiness it cries!

Oh my poor heart,
hush now may,
Close your eyes,

It shall be summer one day

"May her soul rest in peace"
And journey of what?
Maze me out, Maze of blue
Copernicus, Aristotle, Ptolemy
Blurry of curry, the banquet!
And I sat as the thread pulled me to the tunnel

The sky was pink,
The ocean was grey
But the thread seemed to pull me through uncertainties

Good doctor, split my spine in two
Plato in depth;
Man /Man , woman /woman
gender trip, gender spun,

Split in half,
lost in time,
Am I him;

Or is he mine.

Thread of cotton,
Thread of silk,
The sun set in west,
A weakling of ill,
Hands bound
Feet turned
Sitting in a Banquet:
Amidst 80 men from Greece,
20 women from Athens
A hall full of bureaucrats,
doctors, physicians, astronauts!

Plato, I sit at your Banquet
I sit thee,
Split my mirror
Show him to me.

Lyrics written on Church walls
Bashful lurking Lucifer,
Carved glazes of canker crawling on the mead
Drinking vile torments of men
Lucifer hath angel been
Spread wings of human fate
guided men on burlesque dives
through historic and futile rage
Drawing on lost and regained have never been thy aim
For jeopardy in art's name is nothing but a lost game
God and man and Vinci guise
And letters of un-earthly paradise
And decades of poetry sinned
To unmask man through lyrical films
Morte, life, determining naught
Empty pages of science and draught
Realms of here and realms of there
Realms that thy heart found rare
Antonym of fright being scare
Is not what man learnt through time
And there as courage behooves and
Life draws you to her
Death seems close in the arms of beloved
Pain, man's secret armour
bellows courage with a fake accent
Coming of seasons and dawn and light,
Poetic romance fretful sight
World naught ready to love and cherish
Human cans't broil feel
April as thy knows
A heavenly soul of a year,
Brewing rose, carnations and dew drops in time
A certain cotillion towards the other,
A light breathing when eyes met
Beyond the language of the celestial walls
Eve and Adam through bright colour meadows
I see as thy eyelids quiver from haunts of past
And as night descends the maiden shy
With light prance of the lion he prances
Flesh by flesh swoon by temptation
Drops of naive lies
promises of eternity
Battles of Brunanburh
Horses line up to a steady flame
Fishes swim in fleshy rain
Draining mouth of Paris gates
Writing pages of descent
And on with thy fire of the month,
November rose in the wild grass of beams
Battle lost and won it seemed
On another hill a maiden swept her hair
Through rosy gleams and eye of glass
And smiled like the forbidden apple of fate
Jumped like the lion
left in dismay
songs of despair
An orchestra of pain
Nightingale of death bellows of wind
On sunday the fifth he had sinned
she had cried and shown the rose
cigarette and smokes
of nothing proposed
Flesh be thy crime
heart be thy muse
Naughts had been reflected
in thy abuse
Stricken the horror bladder
Rose with dismay
And to **** the canker
in whom the ***** played
Alone within thy celestial walls of God, Goddesses and fate
Questioning thy holy spirit
the mistakes thy made
Entrusted with athenian history
Women bearing dagger
Human sentiments are evil
Lucifer is the rightful dowager
It's him who sheltered blue
Evil is romance
hardly to swoon
The right and wrong and sadness grief
If they see world of poverty
And happiness a myth
And now trumpets of war
And experiences blithe
To see the world anew
whom is right?
If Lucifer the fallen angel saw
what was yet to see
God is a liar and heaven's a greed
Thy stealth steal within bosoms canker
hate, ****, juvenile crime,
Crime is the way
to drive horrors in time
Human history baffles thee!
Social etiquettes and manners of glee
Whom to fool and whom to wrought
The lamb, the tiger a hated must
Angels, demons painted square
whom to whom the battles were?
The right of man to sin and begone
are fated dramas of life and forlorn?
Brew the evil and feed thy good
Awake! Arise! never be fooled!
And sadness a step,
sudden and dark
Thy unending stairs to heaven abased
Lonely as autumn arises and leaves gather
Memories of child and man
Memories of fated hand
Thy walks through
Matured, mind of steel
Anguish concealed
A heavy sigh of a grown mind
Scorns the happy girl
And laughs over her dead pearls
Mind of a grown self
Visits Celestial walls,
The temple, the bed the wrongs
The right is a foolish girl
Inside her body the birth of a new world
the falls the laughs the pain the demands!
The gunshot of life
The circle of hope
And nursing and growing the cherub of flesh
Is they mother nature with a man of crest
The moon as it shines, shows horrors no more
But in thy heart, a maiden sad
To loose all she ever had
But to gain life
and knead love
To love love and to grow above
Lucifer reads bedtime stories
God saves the crown of glory
Life smiled and played along
Death for death
and finding songs
Growing up in lilac storms
She learned to battle and grow a home
Keen on her *** to bottle dreams
Milk and bread is new it seems
Tyranny with a ****** sword
Knives it's prey as it creeps from it's door
But in white she clad and drew the sword at hand
Tears as bows it drew
Battle of ages seen never so shrewd
The good plot for her
The evil shined
Who art evil or good
She painted blind
She called her demons risked her God
She became human is sad of all
Thy maiden story once again read
The man who left
Evil has no name
So good naught trust
for good is thee
Good is evil
That had been set free
Whom to whom
And what to name
Should haunt the grave
or visit a pray
For to pray is a prey
And grave is a paradise
Questions she darted
With wide eyes
I showed thee card where black and white
Rose to fame side by side
God is lucifer
heaven is hell
Man made tricks on walls
For stories to tell
Man is mortal
desires are innate
Soul is thy spirit that lies awake
Death of life is a soul that plots
Stays on Earth in shallowed knots
To be beyond and to see the light
Have naught done that
Life is a sight
Not seen to man, if realised is beyond
To trust in fame is all that is done
Meekly shown courageous sprout
To do good or evil is a judgement about
The religious amenities made by man
To shun Lucifer is yet in thy hand
To pray him is a choice thus
But to prey pray has been man's lust
Again memories squint of thy maid on the meadows
Flesh on flesh haunts thy skin
Shallow breadths and mortal eyes
Rise beyond skies they speak
What sky what ground
What lava and heavenly abode
To grow old in folktales
Aside dusky shores
Man knows all
Man knows good
Good of man
Is a questionable truth
Man knows evil
Man knows crime
Man knows nothing
He is lost in time
Man knows man
is what tale they should
Write on walls instead of evil and good
Evil might harm
And good might ease
But man does both
And later he grieves
For grief hath no church nor temple nor mosque
Grief is inside man's chest
Pumping through his *******
Of Eve's fool and Adam's greed!
Of the canker of the holy grail
Of the lies he feed!
Who art to decipher life beyond life
When life is tormenting
even in it's sight
Who death, desert or leaves the soil
Who plants and grows in thy turmoil
Who loves and cares and makes thy life
Who saves who draws and pushes knives
Who grows and finds peace in thy self
Who plots and fails and satisfies and helps
Who prays and begs and trust in him
Who prays and begs and trusts in sins
What the sins, what the truth
Human beings are born aloof
To end to grow to die or to be born
Man hath no power to tell of or scorn
Man is a flick
Man is a pride
Man draws wars
Man lies
Man brings flesh
Man grows thee
Man dies tomorrow
Man is me.

There is a town sir,
It has grown feeble and old,
It has lanes and dreams
That had liquor in them when it sold;
And a red house
That beats like a hurricane
And a woman with pearl locks
Has the door engraved with her name;

She had left sir,
The house had caught fire
I am in search of a fire marshal,

I am no liar.

Humorless soul burning plunder
Of fraternity and success
By unnamed ,unseen blood and flesh
Escaping through unimaginable pits of hell
Not leaving a folklore,a  story to tell.
A new decease spreading through mankind
From a single human body
Frightening name, shrieking mankind
Whenever this disease comes in contact with them.
Appropriately a plague
Running in tempt
Spreading to face
Something like vendetta ,something unsafe.
Entering into new age
Through the plague of dissatisfaction
Morose ,cruel,not leaving a fly  unhurt
Being risen as group of beasts...
Dissatisfaction,a word which shouldn't exist
Flows now through the blood stream of every body
Leaving poison to spread
From toe to head
Keeping love in custody.
Why this plague of dissatisfaction?
Why an unturned page?
why this spread of cruelty?
Why not try but fail?
Unanswerable questions,i think these are for me...
I'll just sit and stare at the poem as the
Plague of dissatisfaction spreads till eternity.

Critical of rain, mud or touch,
There was a plant that shied away.
There were days when men kissed men
But this rotten plant shied away.
It's leaves would curl up whenever there was war;
I simply sighed in dismay
It wasn't a plant for all.