It was 3 pm on a Saturday,
Wondering,
And thinking what id do today,
As I carried a clipped pad with empty pages.
Kicking stones off the side walk,
I saw two young girls,
Carrying a huge bag full of books,
Along with their childhood innocence.

As I eavesdrop
Only to hear
"Hey look at what I did today,
The teacher made us paint and play with clay"

With competition in her eyes
The other girl crooned
"Hey look at what 'I' did today,
This is a painting,
that I had made,
This is the best in class,
is what my teacher said "
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Their uniform and
their braided hair,
Made it sound so silly,
And cute,
As they walked passed me
I saw their innocence,
freshly stained with rivalry.

It was 3 pm on a Saturday,
Hopeless and in conflict with myself,
With few days into pondering
If this , what I do is art, or not
My soul,
Completely stained
With rivalry. Sometimes with myself.

This flesh vessel I propel, tormented with pain,
A hole in my feet With an unhealed callus,
Reminds me every time I walk, that this vessel I propel, might break down and  shatter
And all I might be left out with is this vessel of flesh, broken and need of fire,
And Passion for diesel -
That I might just crawl and shout out loud that this vessel I carry with pain
Needs to be towed
To the nearest person who'd offer me a hug,
And yet I steer through ,
Let God take the wheel ,
As I see vessels of flesh -
Crash and shout at eachother,
While I propel through this world
In this vessel of flesh that longs for an odyssey from far beyond the seas.
You can find me somewhere, not wanting to orbit  a star or
a planet.

On an evening dance show I wasted a ciggerate on thoughts
The light shimmered on the ball,
The music was new, all the songs were turned into stew
A soup of melody and a constant beat
Trembling the floor and the ceiling~
I gazed upon the upcoming crowd
"A beer" They crooned.
The ancient smell of ***** and liquor gassed up the entire floor.
The ciggerate, it burned too loud, and the poet was not allowed,
Saddned by the echoes of silence in a room full of noise, I left the premise with nothing but nicotine stains and words without sentences.
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The ladies,  cursed by design
The men, manipulating the minds
The children, running to hide.
Where are the people who once promised a dinner?
Where are the shackles of chains that were
Left unattended to the working class?
-
I saw him throw the trash at the
river that sprung from a feet of a cow.
Vrishabhavathi, she cries.
A symphony of dead plastics and living garbages.
Decorated by the lush pink trees
With the smell of rotting cabbages.
-
Did they bring more people to build a holy land?
Did they fight communists holding flowers in their hands?
Were there people overlooking the waters filled with foam?
The forests filled with food packets and rotting homes
-
If a tree fell in a forest. Would you **** me?
This way?

Is it Beautiful

  or is it sad, 

     that     sorrow   -
    makes      

              things

                       look        

        beautiful              and        


       slow.

If I just walk two more miles,
I can see you smile.

You're somewhere,
in somewhere,
And I'm just lonely - in a hotel;
I look up in the sky~
I can see you sitting behind a tree;

You shine so bright, so bright,
My heart vibes,
with you, midnight grace.

I just have to walk one more mile,
to pass the tall buildings,
and ill see you,
in the lonely skies
Echoing love songs with a breeze.
You're somewhere, in somewhere,
and I'm here,
smelling this air,
If I kiss you,
Goodnight.

Some boat very fast,
Some boat cruises,
Some boat hate and religion,
Some boat in truth;
There warships and yachts;
Night outs and parties too.
But I'm a wrecked piece of wood,
I want to sail slow and in peace,
I'll listen to Chopin
or Elliot Smith ,
What ever suits the night,
I'll just float on this reflection
of the
stars,
And
You can come and wreck my boat,
.....I'll still sail through this sea.

I had this dream about you
And as a memory it is
buried deep within my mind.
For which i cross mountains
swim through Misty rivers.
Climb through infinite stairs
and pass through wormholes.
Only to reach to a door
I open and you're sitting down on your favourite carpet.
You stand up and kiss me.
My mind illuminates and i wake up
From my most treasured dream.