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.
~
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.

Ocean, you're beautiful
I'd stare at you like a fool.
And I didnt have to write it down
To sing you this song.

Ocean you're so beautiful
I still remember when I first saw you.
Waving your breezy hair,
At the cafe.~
The poppy birds they sing out loud,
When they see me smiling like a child,
And I dont need to write it down
To sing you this song.

And I know you need some time away,
I hope you take care of yourself.
Well I know you need a little break,
So go on disconnect by yourself
~
But I'm still glad I can sing you this song.
Before my time has gone.

Show me little affection
Show me little time
And ever since creation
Loving tastes like lime

Give me little sugar(sugar)
Sweet is the lime
Give me little honey(honey)
Honey take some time

(Bridge)
And then we'll know
That our love Is as sweet as you
And in time it will show
The autumn brewed into a dew

(Chorus)
I said Honey(honey)
Take me home
Take me where I can hear you laugh

Take me to your earths moon
Take me where I can cry

(Bridge)
Honey then we'll be
Lost together in your room
Honey then i can be
With someone I can bloom.

(Chorus)
Honey(honey)
Take me home
Take me where I can laugh
Take me to your earths moon
Take me where I can cry

She weeps,
Vibrato tears,
I get the creeps,
Of being myself.
Of trying to be,
The best in this golden hour;


The devil sold the broken hearts
to Amateur angels,
Who practice
healing,
In angel schools.
I tried to write -
an exam to enter,
They said my mind wasnt quite centred;

I end up behind the bars,

The bar I mean,

Alcohol and whiskey,

They are two different entities,
Some get titites!
Some get a beer!

Some tell me this word play is outdated,
So-
I look them in the eye,
I look them in the lips,
I ask~  if they got filtered tips; ?;

I roll them up into a paper,
I smoke them all,
I smoke them in pieces,
Sometimes the brain matter is too much to handle;

I don’t gamble,
I just love rock and roll,
Someone is dancing under that blue ball-
She is pretty.
I wonder if I can talk to her.

Moving on,
They got stalls,
They sell whiskey and alcohol!

I wonder what the gods drink.

Lemons for breakfast.
Bread, bacons & coffee.

There is yellow for my lust,
And I’ll walk by the sea.

With her by the side
She’s got nothing to be defied

Yellow for my lust
Lemons for breakfast

There is nowhere else to be.

Will you please marry me?

Darkness demands pain,
Pain demands feelings,
But you just stare at the ceiling,
And depression’s got a great deal.

But still is the sky,
And the pillows on your bed

The table is messy
Your OCD needs to be fed.

The voices from The echoing sky
Keeps howling

“Don’t be ashamed  in the dark”
“Don’t be ashamed by your design”
She said.
“It’s fine,
don’t croon,
don’t loose your dime.
Sure darkness demands pain
But,
Darkness also demands to be decorated with fairy lights.

I’ve seen that pretty face,
I blushed and I’ve seen that pretty face,
I crushed and I’ve seen that pretty face,
I just can’t get over it.

I’ve seen that pretty face,
I hope she isn’t ugly in the inside.
Seen that pretty face
It keeps me away from suicide,
Seen that pretty face though that face hasn’t seen me.

That pretty face
makes me think twice before I munched the third donut.
And I don’t nut
Because I’ve seen that pretty face and I don’t want to be fat.

I’m far from her but i still see her
pretty face
In my mind,
All the time,
That pretty face and I can’t take this phase,
I’ve seen that pretty face
I just want to be with her

And eat cup cakes,
Eat fancy dinners,

With that pretty face,

Who has scars on her cheeks.
That pretty face,
Got burnt marks on the lips.
That pretty face,
I want to kiss her twice and thrice
And all the days that are gonna be nice
And I
Hope In time
that pretty face
Sees my unpretty face

And sees that I have a child’s  smile.

Once a wise man told me-
The hardest task for a man is to be alone.
I denied,
I was a lonner.
But then there was a burst of
pink in life
Now I really know what he meant.

I have this thirst for magic
The ones that really happen after a period called 'the static solitude'.
The one that breaks through a perdited soul,
the one that reminds you the smell of the sea shores,
The one that will put me to a path called stardom,
The one that got you and me to the land called freedom,
But this was a thought that emerged through lonely boredom,
sitting by the window on a chair in my bedroom.
So will this tamper my belief towards magic?
The answer won't surprise me for its weight is no heavy than the times I have broken down and cried and hoped too much and struggled through the time.
None of them, none at all-
Will make me belive in it.
Because I am not a magician  and
Apparently  it doesn't take me to cast a spell.
But the secret lies no far ahead.
I am the magic.

3 am , a cigarette and a bed.
It's the shortest demoralising story and it's not so bad,
It's not sad either ,
it's just cleaning up of all the mayhem caused by children themselves. Growing up into chain smoking  adults who didn't learn to smoke cigarettes from their friends.

Courage is what it takes to accept the reality,
especially when you're an empath,
When the path you always take is dark. Manifest all the possibilities and accept it's  contradictions to the reality.
There is no truth,
Or false
It's only a symphony
of the mid night lark.

Love is a memory,
that resists repression.
Love feeds on melody,
Infecting the weak ones by sending them to depression.

She loves madcaps, she loves food,
She loves Sunday boat rides but never my tune.
Something within myself
keeps reminding me-
"You are a loner, you're a fool
You don't deserve to be loved
Survival is the left thumb rule."

Do you know
what's the most popular
thing to find?
You won't be surprised
to know.
It is what you want,
To find what you need.
To find love in the impossible.
To find
Happiness
In your desires.
It is to find
desires
That YOU think is necessary.
To find a way to love the way you feel about yourself,
What you deserve.
To find yourself raw
And to find a way to process yourself.

It is the most useful-less thing to find.
But,
It isn't hard
Like a dog makes its way to a bone
to find and bottle what you
desire
It is infact easy.
You find it only when you find a way to burst out your need to find it.
And when you do-
There is nothing else to find.

Once a wise man told me-
The hardest task for a man is to be alone.
I denied,
I was a lonner.
But then there was a burst of
pink in life
Now I really know what he meant.

I see the skys with eyes wide open
Clearing all my doubts  
About the horrors of existence.
-
The land of Kissberry?
That connects the 'present' to an old memory.
It's the same old story,
The sun going  up,
and the air going in,
in to the soft damaged lungs.
A cold comfort wrapped
around the neck.
A carrot and a trek.
A dusty  period!
-
But it was a stranger day,
Today!
The warmth of the sun felt strange-
The range of a subconscious child
Came to an end,
And energy kept going in.
Seeking shelter on thoughts that kept the mind at peace- (in divine)

Under a shelter somewhere deep In hell.
Somewhere deep,
I feel my body's heavy,
Hearts  lonely,
Lost but happy.

I am Steady and ready to survive,
But after a baby-nap
And a mellow drive,
I'll be up foot.

To experience this land of
Euphoric memory,
Which I call Kissberry.
Close your eyes and go back in time,
To the only beautiful route that's not star-ry
-
Inception between the two roads-
The memory and the present,
A travel opportunity for the psychonaut,
Till a hopeless comfort   transcends.